"What will they do -"

"If anyone tries to hurt you they'll miss, or it won't be as bad as it looks, or they'll fail to hurt you at all, or it'll damage you less..."

"They might just keep going."

"Yeah, I know. I don't expect them to do anything at all, it looks like they're not planning, but this will at least buy you enough time to run or hide. And the ward I placed around this whole place is—less powerful but broader, guns will fail to shoot and bombs will fail to explode and fire will fail to be too dangerous and stuff like that."

"I can ask."

"Please do."

She goes around asking. Nobody particularly objects.

Then she can cast the spell. If they don't want her to touch them (and she reassures them she's an alien, she doesn't have the purity taboos, but she will do whatever they're comfortable with) she needs to draw a thing on the floor around her. If she can touch them it's a much smaller drawing on the inside of their wrists.

They don't mind in principle but it does make them nervous.

She'll do it, then, and show that nothing bad happens. After finishing each drawing she says a few words and then they feel a weird shivery sensation all over their bodies.

That's weird.

But doesn't take too long.

She's gonna be gone for perhaps a few days, do they want anything before she goes? ...for that matter do they have pocket everythings, they can have her number if so, and if not she could perhaps buy them.

They have everythings. Now they have electricity and they can get on satellite internet.

Then this is her number, they can message her or text her whenever. That done, she tells Aitim, gets rid of the outermost layer of her—body—and catches a plane back to Anitam.

Anitam remains cheery and bustling with people and, if plagued with horrible rights violations, subtly so plagued.

Yeah, he knows. He informs Aitim of his arrival and wonders when they should meet.

He is welcome over for dinner.

Then he is there promptly.

"How's Olvala?"

"I think the average life expectancy there is a tiny bit higher now than before I arrived."

"That's good. Hopefully it doesn't inspire copycat red expulsions until we're ready."

"Yeah. So how are the poles going?"

"I own as much as I can buy, which isn't that much, Anitam doesn't actually have many extremely wealthy citizens. You can put people there, if you want, no one cares, especially not while they don't have seasons."

"And about that idea I mentioned over the pocket everything..."

"The problem is that something like that is entirely about public buy-in, and you don't even believe it. If you'd come here from another world where people cared about being clean, and said 'oh, yeah, they had reds but they found a magic way to clean them' - then sure. But the foundation is very precarious as long as the foundation is your credibility on the subject, and we have to do that because you're not distributing magic, yet, to most people even if you go public it'd just be something on television..."