She wind-whispers for a servant to come bring a pair of shorts in roughly the elemental's size. A few minutes later a young woman comes out of the palace holding the relevant garment.

"How do they work?"

"...You put your legs through here," the servant says helpfully, pointing.

Amber attempts this and falls over and then completes the process from the ground.

The servant giggles.

Amber sits up. "Is that better?"

"Much."

"Oh good."

"What do you want to do for the forseeable future?"

"Oh, I don't know yet."

"Would you like to try things and see if you can find out?"

"That sounds sensible!"

"I pride myself on being sensible! Can you read?"

"Yes."

"I'm glad to hear it. I have an extensive library; you could try books while I explain the situation to the cooks, and when they're ready you can try food."

"That sounds great!"

She smiles and leads him to the library.

And he takes a book at random and starts reading it.

And Erymeia alerts the cooks and a handful of other staff who should be preparing Things To Try and goes off to try to figure out what's up with elementals and then yells at her counselors for a while when she discovers that this has been going on for two weeks and no one told her.

Amber delightedly reads about the history of poetic form.

Erymea drops by again after a few hours have passed.

He has moved on to a book about citrus hybrids.

"So what do you think of reading?"

"I think it might depend on the book."

"Well, you're not wrong. What have you been reading?"