Yeah. Some people are just like this where I'm from but not every plane is the same.

Vanyel jumps out of his chair. "...Wait what you're from a different plane?" He doesn't know much about extraplanar mechanics, but she doesn't look like an elemental or an Abyssal demon. 

Think so.

"Well," Tran says, "this just got a lot more interesting." His eyes slide out of focus again. "Apparently, interesting enough that Lancir's happy to use it as an excuse to skip some tedious meeting with Lord Kathar. Bella, if you'd like to come with us, I think we can sort out something for you." 

Sort out something for me like -

"Somewhere to sleep tonight, for a start," Tran says brightly. "I mean, if you want. I'm sure Savil and the other Herald-Mages would love to ask you some questions, but that's not an obligation." 

It'd be nice to know where I'm going to sleep tonight. Thank you. I can answer some questions but I could use a little time - and some paper to write on - the circumstances of my magical accident were not, um -

"No, of course, we understand," Vanyel says quickly, with a smile that's meant to be reassuring. (He's very sympathetic to anyone asking for paper). "It's got to be a really weird accident, I haven't ever heard of it happening before." 

I don't think it's common. But it's with a different magic system.

Vanyel opens his mouth to ask, gets stuck because he has at least five questions at once, and then closes it because he just told her it could wait. He beckons for her to follow them instead. What other basic hospitality is he forgetting? "Er, are you hungry or thirsty? I don't know how long it'll take to find you a room but we can get you food." 

I could have a snack but not a meal right now. Water would be good.

"I've passed it on," Trans says cheerfully before Vanyel can speak. "Asked for breakfast for you too, Van, reckon you forgot again." He leads them down a narrow, twisty, not especially well-lit corridor. 

Vanyel is silent for a while and then glances back at her, giving into curiosity. "What else does your power do?" 

Um, the telepathy can do a lot of stuff but I don't do any of it to people if they don't want me to. Uh, unless they have made binding magical oaths that interfere with them forming preferences. I don't know if you have those here.

"What? Gods, no." That isn't an idea he likes at all. Also he has a lot of questions, but he's trying really hard to be polite about that and wait. "I mean, not that I know of, I don't know that it's impossible and it is possible to put compulsions on people with magic here." 

I guess the wording of the exception would cover that if it came up with someone I was seeing as a patient or something, then.

Vanyel isn't sure he follows, but they're about to reach Lancir's office so he doesn't say anything. 

Lancir is sitting by himself in a small, crowded office with papers on most of the near-at-hand surfaces. He's much older, past sixty, with piercing blue eyes, and also clad in the same style of white tunic. 

He looks busy and harried, but he immediately sets down what he's working on and rises; he's already cleared three chairs for them. "Bella, correct? I heard that you landed here by accident and you come from a place called the Magisterian Imperium, possibly in another plane. Welcome to Valdemar. I'm Herald-Mage Lancir, the Monarch's Own to Queen Elspeth." He smiles warmly. "Go on, sit. We'll keep it short today – I mainly wanted to meet you, and find out if you have any special requirements when it comes to finding you a guest room."

She sits. Bella's correct, thank you.

He sits back in his chair. "Hmm. Bella, we obviously don't have an established protocol for this, since getting visitors from other planes isn't exactly an everyday occurrence here. I imagine you'd like some time to get settled before we ask you our top thousand questions, but if you're up for it, can you give me the short version of what happened now? What kind of place you're from – it's certainly news to us that there are other planes with humans living in them – and how your power works, and what sort of magic landed you here with us?" 

(There's a discreet knock on the standing-ajar door. Tran rises, answers it, and accepts a tray with a jug of water, cups, and a couple of covered plates from a teenaged boy dressed in a blue official-looking uniform, nodding to him and then shutting the door fully. He looks around, awkwardly clears a spot for it by stacking two leather folders of paper on top of each other, and then pours Bella a cup of water from the jug on it and passes it to her, along with a plate that holds a bit of bread and cheese.) 

She takes the cup with her hands, not her telekinesis. I'm from a plane we call the Material Plane. It has humans and a lot of other species of sapients too. I walked into the wrong classroom on the first day of term and fell into something some other students were doing. I assume they were wizards, that's one of the kinds of spellcaster on the Material Plane, but didn't have a chance to ask.

It didn't send me here, I went somewhere else and spent nearly two decades there and a lot of stuff happened and then they tried to send me back. They sent me back to the same place and same time I came from - so there was still a magical accident to fall into - and that landed me here.

My power isn't considered technically magic because magic that detects other magic doesn't register it, which is why it's called subtle arts, but that's a pretty academic distinction to most people.
I can - I don't have to and usually don't beyond talking to people and identifying who they are like I would by recognizing their faces, except at more range and through stuff, but I can - sense and interact with people's minds, and I was going to school for therapy and did a bit of practice in the world I was living in before since they didn't have any subtle artists and one who hadn't finished school was better than nothing. I'd at least landed with some textbooks.

“How fascinating.” He’s giving her an intent look. “I would like to hear more details, but perhaps not now. Do you still have those textbooks?”

No. Didn't have them on me the second time. All I have now is what I'm wearing. I have read them several times by this point, though.

Vanyel is giving her a weirdly uncomfortable look. 

"Hmm." Lancir is silent for a bit. "Well, this is a topic of professional interest for me, so maybe we can talk later tonight or tomorrow once you've had some rest. Tran can set you up with a change of clothes–" a brief pause and his eyes go unfocused again, "–oh, and I think you had requested paper? We can do that as well. Is there anything else you need to be comfortable for tonight?"