"I think so - it could have been something magic, I have magic, but it would be weirder than I've heard of before."

"What kind of magic do you have, my dear?"

"Are there... several? I don't know my power yet, I didn't even get wings or anything yet."

"With very few exceptions, no one of this world has magic.  But from time to time, God - or our God, rather - has seen people in other worlds in hours of desperate need, and brought them to this one.  Those people have sometimes had magic of different kinds."

"I'm not a magical girl yet, I think, if I understand how it works, but I can be if I want."

"I see.  Were you in danger?  Are you still?"

"I was fine. She was sick."

"You poor dears.  Is there anything I can get you?"

"She seems better now." She's slurping up what Rebecca certainly hopes is normal milk like she's supposed to have, anyway.

"I'd hope so, if you landed in the fountain.  Do you want a drink, some food, a change of clothes?  I'm afraid we only have robes meant to be worn over another outfit, but they're dry."

"I wouldn't turn you down."

"There are drinks and snacks in the kitchen but if you want something more substantial quickly we'll have to run to the store," the woman says, heading towards the foyer to set down her basket.

"Thank you ma'am." She gets up and follows her.

"We are God's hands.  How hungry are you?"

"...I'm tired of ship's biscuit but not like starving?"

"Let's start with the kitchen, then."  She leads the way.  "People will be bringing pastries for after the dawn service and soup for lunch after the second one."

The kitchen's drawers and cupboards are mostly full of cookware and tableware, if the odd little labels on them are accurate, but there's one shelf each of drinks and snacks.  The containers are colorful and strange.  Rebecca has her weird-fonted but entirely legible pick of hot chocolate, orangeade, Bira Bulk Variety Pack, powdered berry punch, plain crackers, cheese-infused crackers, cheese-infused popcorn, veggie chips, corn chips, ULTRA FLAVOR SATURATION MEROESI, and sweet crackers in the shapes of plants.

She will try... cheese infused popcorn? And hot chocolate because she's still wet and chilly.

The woman pours the popcorn into a paper bowl for Rebecca and de-fridges some milk to microwave in a mug.  "I can hold her while you eat, if that's easier."

"I can eat one handed."

"Alright."  Beep, beep, packet, stir, hot hot chocolate.  The woman puts in another mug for herself.

Om nom. Cheese infused popcorn is, amazingly, not ship's biscuit.

It's pretty amazingly not that!

"I'm Mother Dedemos," the woman introduces herself.  "What do you two go by, if anything?"

"Do some people not go by things? I'm Rebecca and this is Catherine."

"Most people here do.  At least one person from another world didn't; he'd come from a place where knowing someone's name gave you incredible power over them and there was apparently a rather aggressive misunderstanding."

"...weird. I don't have that."