And since, despite the world's admitted tendency towards situations best left in the more dramatic varieties of literature, it wasn't literally a stereotypical gothic novel, Kanimir didn't expect anything in particular to happen. If nothing else, there were far more storms that happened to happen at night than there were potentially literature-worthy shenanigans. So it's completely reasonable for him to be curled up in his grand library, enjoying a book on magical theory.
Boop. Boop. Boop.
A palacelike structure approaches in the distance! It has a lot of fairies in it, including one that's probably Alcallah's mom from how similar some parts of their magic look.
Riya does not immediately scrutinize all of the fairies in the palacelike structure, but she does eventually notice that that one is probably Alcallah's mom. (Boop boop boop.)
And eventually all the fairies in that dome are even more immortal!
"This is the largest habitat, but there are some others--do you think your friend's teleportation would be faster than the existing portal network or vice-versa?"
"I don't know."
"Enh, nearest portal's closer than he is. Unless you'd rather check in with him first?"
"I don't mind."
"Don't mind checking in or don't mind not checking in?"
She guides them to a portal, and then there are more domes full of fairies to immortalize.
Plenty of booping! If Riya had any particular insight as to why people were giving them slightly odd looks, it might provide some insight into the general makeup of the colony that the fact that the Lady's daughter was riding a unicorn at top speed and occasionally shrieking with joy was considered less strange than the fact that she was bringing a mortal with her to do it.
Riya has no idea why they are being given weird looks, and it's actually sort of disconcerting, but Alcallah seems to be fine, so. Onwards to booping.
This takes a while, even though the unicorn's healing powers apply reflexively enough that it doesn't have to deal with exhaustion and slow down like a horse would. Riya may get hungry by the time they've finally finished.
Yes... but does that mean she has to say so? To a person? That sounds hard. Maybe she will just wait.
Would any of her copied magics prevent her stomach from growling?
No, but she's not hungry enough to make sounds yet.
Well, okay then. They can just finish their rounds and then skedaddle back to Kanimir.
Kanimir is sitting on a magically-comfy-for-sitting on rock and doing miscellaneous things with quartz.
That seems like a Kanimirish sort of activity, yes.
"Hello. How did it go?"
"I made lots of people really immortal. Now I'm hungry."
"I brought food." He produces some pastries with tomato bread filled with dried meats and vegetables.