...well, there's no cure for it, they explain, when somebody who knows what a shren even is hears the conversation.

Okay, but if doing magic here doesn't hurt why don't they do anesthesia?

...none of these people know very much about shrens but they probably do have potion painkillers for it...

If these were dong a good enough job presumably she wouldn't have found in an encyclopedia that being a shren younger than twenty is horrible.

None of these people are witches either.

And wizardry can't do anesthesia? At all?

Well, they can render somebody unconscious? There's probably some reason the shrens do not spend their entire infancies unconscious. It would be hard to feed them that way, for one thing. Might delay their learning to shapeshift if 'learning' isn't just a term of art; none of these people are dragons either.

Teleporting's pretty cheap! They can go to many locations national and international.

Great. Which shren house seems most likely to be interested in answering her questions and receiving help from an outworlder with outworld magic?

...the wizards do not know that, but after they have looked up where the shren houses are the one they can land her closest to is the one in Paraasilan, Esmaar.

Good enough.

Teleportation!

And then presumably she can get directions and walk or fly the rest of the way there herself. Um, can she arrange a time to be picked up later for teleportation or something...?

Sure, someone will be happy to meet her there at a specified time. There is a fee if she's not there then.

Sure, fair enough. Let's say, um, around sunset?

Sunset it is!

A woman with sky-blue hair opens the door. She looks at Odette's hair. She makes unamused eye contact. "Yes?"

"I'm from a completely different universe and I have a kind of magic that no one who's known about shrens has ever had before and I don't know what exactly I can do to help but I want to try," she says earnestly. Hopefully the fact that she's speaking Genoshan will lend her claim some credibility. "...Off the top of my head it's possible to fly with my kind of magic, and, um, doing it hurts but maybe not as much as this esu thing. And I can do anesthesia but it's kind of lossy so it's almost certainly not a long-term solution."

"Um, good question. I don't know exactly but my father might, he's a theoretician, especially since he doesn't actually practice anymore, if you have a wizard handy you could probably send him a letter and get a response pretty quickly? And by lossy I mean that if I take pain away by magic--as opposed to just healing the source of the pain, which is completely different--doing that always causes me more pain than I'm taking away. But, um, and I really don't recommend this, I'm special circumstances, I did magic to my brain to make me not mind pain. I don't know if it has a limit, but it might."

"I don't have a wizard. And don't recommend you testing the limits of your masochism on any shrens more than five years old," remarks the blue-haired shren. "But I can get you a five-year-old."

"Okay. I can send a letter tonight, I am staying in the vicinity of wizards who want me to keep doing nifty offworld magic with their company. If the effect's continuous then I don't know if I can do anything meaningfully permanent. ...Not until I learn enchanting, anyway, I wonder if that might work as a cheat..."