Now then, most of these sound like things that mages from her world might do in one way or another... Confusingly, the local mages are most like her world's shamans, at least from the top-level overview. She examines them in more detail.
There are fire, earth, air, and water mages. The procedure to almost die and become an air mage is the least unpleasant because you don't have to actually hit the ground when falling from your designated height. Mages have near absolute control over their element, to the point of ignoring some standard wards. Fire mages are a core part of most Elcenian firefighting arrangements. Air mages can fly. Water mages can breathe underwater. Earth mages can breathe underground.
Isabella is starting to form the tentative hypothesis that spirits don't exist here. Let's see what the encyclopedia has to say on the subject.
Well, that makes some sense. Many of the larger spirits on her world have religions and customs built around them. What can the local priests do?
Actually, there's a thought. This building is probably owned by Keo, right? The room is her child's, at least, so by the regular rules...
Keo, mind telling me to leave the room I'm in? I promise the worst thing that's likely to happen as a result is I feel a bit uncomfortable.
I'm testing to see if thresholds exist on your world. If you revoke my status as a guest and they exist, I ought to feel that as the local spirits metaphysically 'weighing me down.'
Feels exactly the same. My tentative hypothesis at this point is that spirits don't exist here, which ought to be impossible, but you people live on a cube and have only half a moon, so...
Isabella's thought-voice drops out for almost a degree.
Would you care to drop in and manipulate the curtain on my window for me so I can see if your sun hates me as much as my local one?
Isabella waves. "Hello there." She takes a moment to fix in her mind that Sassnil is apparently this particular young woman, rather than the other one. "Would you mind getting the curtains for me?" She slings her parasol over her shoulder, opening it with the same motion, then twirls it, the pink petals dappled on the paper swirling prettily.
Isabella looks at Saasnil and bites her lip. "If this goes badly, I could be on fire soon. Would you arrange to have a bucket of water ready to send?"
She tilts her head. "That is really a sad truth to have to say out loud. Anyway, feel free to look away: I am about to stick the back of my hand in this beam of sunlight and see if I start to spontaneously combust. Whenever you have water ready, of course. Just in case."
She waits for Keo's relay. Massively powerful telepathic dragons are also rather convenient when they're not being unsettling and intimidating.
Absolutely nothing happens.
Isabella keeps her hand there for a long moment, just to make sure.
More nothing happens.
"... It would appear that your local sunlight does not burn me."
Isabella sits down in her chair. She looks a bit overwhelmed.
Isabella's eyes are rather far away at the moment.
"I need your scary dragon lady of a mother to Geas me as soon as possible so I can get out of this circle and be in the sun, did you realize I have never been out on a really properly sunny day for decades?