She sits down, to do the chant.
A small lizard appears in the center of the circle.
It is wearing boots and stares at Bella with unblinking yellow eyes.
"You're sorry?" the lizard asks, curling its tail around its legs.
"I didn't know a magician could be sorry."
"That wasn't very smart. You could've died."
"Is someone trying to kill you?"
Mwamba blinks, looks around.
"Your world seems sad. I'm sorry."
"Did you summon me to protect you?"
"I'm not strong enough for that."
"I won't tell you! You can't make me." Mwamba says, suddenly fierce.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you..."
"I'm not telling a whole other world how to enslave us. I'd rather die."
"I'm... not sure the magician I met explained everything."
"We don't choose to be summoned."
"I'm sorry. I can send you back."
"You really didn't know? What did he say?"