"Perhaps.  I'll take her, and I can do it at home."

Brant gasps.  "No!  Don't take Pippi!"

"Ah, so there's your spunk!  Well, if I can't take her - I can't fix her here."

Allegra shoots a meaningful look back at one of the ritualists - is she telling the truth?

The ritualist looks a little uncertain, but does nod. "It's going to take outside magic to fix it," he volunteers.

"It does sound like she needs to take her back to where she's got supplies to work on it," Allegra says, in what is intended to be a reassuring tone of voice. "If he's worried about her, maybe he can come with us?" she offers, still staying with a light and naive sounding tone.

Pippi's parents are still almost too scared to speak.  But now that Brant's objected without getting bewitched, her father finds the courage to say, "If you think best - you take her then - if you would."

Clearly something is wrong here with the amount these people are terrified of the witch, but also a lot of bad things happen to good people everywhere, she doesn't have enough context, and she only really bears responsibility for herself and her people - so she just waits for the witch to respond, still looking helpful, eager and harmless. 

The witch quickly picks up Pippi-as-the-butterfly, holds her for a moment, and then hands her to Brant.  "I don't know your magic well enough," she says to Allegra.  "Well, if this's all your business here, let's go.  Do you travel by whirlwind or cloud or chariot?"

"Generally I just walk, or possibly take a boat or a wagon if one's going? We're happy to try out any of those if you can include us, though."

The ritualists have formed up into a loose huddle behind Allegra to make it clear they are one unit and go places together. 

"Of course!  Tiparit, litarip, paranip -"  She points at them, and then at Brant, and whirls her arms around herself while still chanting.

Swirls of smoke waft up, and in seconds, the smoke keeps them from seeing anything except (faintly) each other and (momentarily) something that looks like pieces of wood flying in the wind.  They can feel themselves wafted up and along through the air, sort of like floating in a swift river.  And then - a minute later - they're set down again with little buffeting but no attempt to actually set them on their feet.

The smoke vanishes as they're set down; they're outside a blue stone tower with open gate and several outbuildings around it.

"Welcome to my house."

Allegra and the ritualists scramble to their feet in a more or less dignified fashion; all their clothes seem fairly well designed for falling over in.

"Lovely colour," remarks Allegra, for want of anything better to say. She has a bit of a sinking feeling about the pieces of wood, but if she can keep up a chipper face the witch might at least actually spare Pippi, which would probably make the destruction worth it. 

"Thank you; I made it myself.  And if you do like the color -" she gestures around them at the grass, which's even more blue (if anything) than it was around the portal "- you'll like this Munchkin country.

"Shall I show you around?"

"Let's fix Pippi first!"

Brant is just hoping that not too much of Pippi's house went up in that whirlwind.  But there was nothing he could've done about it then, and nothing now.

"Oh, but she can wait.  It's not like she can even get impatient in there.  But the portal can't wait - don't you know that it's a lot harder to reopen portals once they've been closed for too long?"

Brant glares... not quite at her face, but in her direction.

"I didn't know that, but it makes sense! Is it going to be possible to hold it open once we've sorted it out? I think Brant would be happier if at least some of us stuck around until Pippi is better, he did go on an awfully big adventure to find us."

Allegra might be laying on the Chirpy Innocent Act a bit thick here, but everyone else here appears to be a massive stereotype, so maybe it'll work.