"Okay." She does looking around the new environment as she goes.

As they pass through some larger streets (which are still windy and don't seem to follow a particularly logical or good design), they see less of the floating lights but a few more people. Most of those are walking either hurriedly or purposefully; and the rest either stand near bars or are out for an evening walk or jog. Aside from a strange plant and animal or two, things look quite mundane. 

Cities are often the most boring part of new worlds. Ah well.

This one is not an exception but in the meantime they've arrived to the right building and Maven opens the door.

"Thanks for letting me stay with you." She follows him in.

"Of course", he smiles, taking the stairs up to the second floor and holding the next door open for her.

She goes through the door and continues to follow.

It's a small and slightly untidy apartment. 

"So, which do you prefer?", he asks, grabbing a blanket out of a closet. 

"I'm happy with the couch. I might end up folding myself regardless, and you've had a hard day it'll probably be easier for you to sleep somewhere more familiar."

“Folding yourself? Oh, wait, that’s one of the things you said earlier about your magic, right? And okay”, Maven nods and hands her the blanket

"It's this."

Her flesh simply disappears leaving a mass of thin threads filling her rough outline before they retract apparently into the part that previously corresponded to her right foot and vanish entirely.

Maven stares at the place where Cora was a moment ago, left wordless. She just casually disappeared before his eyes. He's still not sure he isn't dreaming (or having a nightmare, depending on which parts of the evening he considers); his earlier theory about having hit his head also sounds more reasonable than the alleged reality. 

A few seconds later she reverses the process and is standing there again as if nothing happened. "From your reaction I'm guessing local magic isn't as dramatic as that. Or else just rare enough that you hadn't expected to see something that dramatic."

"Mostly the second, I think", he replies, resisting the urge to poke at her (people still feel real in dreams anyway, it wouldn't confirm anything).

"Tonight's been a lot for you hasn't it?"

“Yeah, it has”, he admits with a tired nod.

"I'll be okay, you can focus on you and we can talk again in the morning."

"Well, uhm, till morning, then, goodnight." Maven nods again and steps into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"Goodnight." Cora will sit down on the couch before folding herself up again and drifting in the weave. Letting her mind wander to the others in the building and beyond. She's trained herself well enough that she'll notice when he gets close if she isn't already awake.

Maven sleeps deeply. He's never a light sleeper to begin with and he's pretty tired today. He doesn't dream anything, although his sleep isn't entirely peaceful either.

If Cora doesn't wake up before he does, then she'll be waken up by a muffled pained cry and, upon checking on him (either through her magic or by opening the bedroom's door) will find Maven frowning distrustfully at the sunlight streaming through the half-open blinds. 

She'll knock on his door. "What happened?"

"I'm not fully sure", he replies, looking up towards her for a moment before continuing to glare at the window. "I was just opening the blinds and the sunlight hurt."

Maven lifts his hand, "It doesn't look like it's done anything but it felt like burning."

"I can watch with my magic and tell you what I see if you're up for trying again."

“I…”, he thinks about it for a moment before nodding, “alright, I’ll try it. I want to know what it is.”

He takes a deeps breath and then, slowly, moves his hand closer to the light. When the two come into contact, he clenches his jaw. The pain isn’t gentler this time but expecting it makes it somewhat bearable. Maven holds his hand under the sunlight for a few more seconds after which, letting out a breath, he takes a step away from the window.