Why is he suddenly about to cry. Leareth wasn't expecting that at all. It's very confusing. 

Yfandes can tell when someone needs a minute to themselves. She can especially tell when Leareth does, apparently, because his mind - the angles she can see of it - does some of the same motions that Vanyel's used to do when he was overwhelmed.  

She falls silent. 

He closes his eyes and holds his head in his hands and waits for the world to go away for Captain Marvel to arrive. 

It takes her several hours. She's in the middle of deescalating a succession dispute that's about to turn into a coup by a newly formed order of religious fanatics on a world even lower-tech than Velgarth, but a pager-call from Leareth is at least arguably higher priority.

She lands in Haven and goes aboard, looking for Leareth.

This is more than adequate, she says, when she finds him. Actually quite impressive, for your apparent tech level. If you are ready to depart please give the signal to get everyone aboard.

It would have been a much harder engineering challenge if he had to worry about weight, which he didn’t given her physics-defying transport plan. The capsule is sturdy and rather overbuilt.

:Our visible tech level should not be taken as indicative of what I can do. We have magic, and also I have been trying to advance our technology for centuries and our gods kept sabotaging my plans and assassinating me: 

Leareth doesn’t sound especially worked-up about this, just matter-of-fact and tired. 

:Also, where are we going? We have some volunteers for un-Gifted support roles, if our destination is appropriate for that:

She makes a mental note to look into these "gods" when this is over. There's several worlds with extremely questionable policies on interference in primitive cultures, but she doesn't know of any that go so far as to artificially restrict their subjects' technological development.

We're going to Earth, she says. My home-world. Not the highest-tech place in the galaxy—not even a part of the galactic community, as far as the average citizen is concerned—but it produces an unusual number of...people with various special abilities. There's a group of such people called the Avengers who are mostly from Earth and have their headquarters there. That's who I'm taking you to.

However, their tech level is much higher than yours, ignoring magic or special abilities, and the population is...three to four billion, post-Thanos. I don't know how their governments are functioning, probably not well, but I doubt that your support personnel would be worthwhile.

:Noted: Leareth glances around the interior of the capsule. :We have almost everyone: 

Nayoki is currently talking to Dara. Nearby, though. Leareth reaches out with a Mindtouch. :Departure imminent, please come in and do the headcount: 

He turns back to Captain Marvel. :How long a journey ought we be expecting? We have supplies and magic for reprocessing the air to keep it breathable for up to ten days. I assume it will not take that long but it seemed a good contingency to have: 

(Leareth has spent about twenty hours in the last week on devising a spell for a 'reverse fire' - splitting the not-itself-breathable waste product of humans breathing air into the breathable component and black carbon. It was not, per se, a GOOD use of his time, but it was interesting and consumed his full attention and he had a lot of hours in the middle of the night when he was failing to sleep anyway.) 

Several hours. Most of that will be spent leaving your solar system and entering Earth's—there's no hard limit on my speed, but traveling faster than lightspeed within a billion kilometers of a star can be disastrous.

I don't think that will be long enough to use up all your available oxygen, but this ship is pretty tightly packed. I definitely recommend using any available method of CO₂ scrubbing you have.

It takes him a moment to parse that and map over her understanding of the concepts to his own, and then he actually smiles, at least for half a second. :I invented a magical technique for it, since I expected it would come up: 

Nayoki reaches the capsule. Does a very quick headcount against the paper list she's carrying. :We have everyone: 

Then after Captain Marvel is outside the capsule, Leareth will seal it up! 

:I assume you are not easily damaged, but the heat-shedding area is here: He shows her a mental schematic. It was easiest to make the capsule perfectly insulated, mostly via magic laid on the metal itself, and then separately build in reverse-weather-barrier type cooling spells to radiate excess heat, since vacuum won't let them do it any other way. 

They've accumulated a fairly large audience of curious Heralds and other locals! 

Lady Treesa is disappointed at not being invited after all, but will console herself by throwing rose petals in a vaguely celebratory way! 

She is not, in fact, going to be damaged by a radiator. Separately, she hopes the capsule is able to handle re-entry, although she can let them down slowly enough for that not to be an issue if she needs to.

She lifts the capsule over her head without any apparent effort and lifts off into space. She carries them at sublight speed to the point where the star's gravity well is no longer a hazard, then flies in a matter of seconds to the edge of Sol system and repeats the procedure in reverse.

She sets them down on the landing pad at the Avengers headquarters north of New York City.

The Avengers have gathered outside to watch the landing. A man in a blue uniform approaches her.

"Uh, hello. Who are you?"

"Captain Carol Danvers, US Air Force. You may not have heard of me because I've been protecting planets you haven't heard of either since the 90s."

"Captain Steve Rogers, US Army. You may not have heard of me because I was frozen in the Arctic ice cap in the 90s.

"What's that thing? Not any spaceship I've ever seen, though I'm no expert."

"Captain America? You're alive?

"This ship was built by the roughly-medieval-tech magic users who are inside. I found them on a routine peacekeeping mission and they wanted to help, so I had them build a vessel so I could carry them here."

Okay. Magic users and women who can carry ships unaided through space. His strangeness reflex is so thoroughly broken that he simply notes the information disinterestedly.

"Alright. If they're magic users with low tech Strange should probably interface. Doctor—"

"Alright."

When the door opens he goes aboard.

:I am Dr. Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme: he broadcasts. :On behalf of the Avengers, welcome to Earth.:

There are about thirty people packed into the capsule like sardines. They all have the familiar tired haunted eyes of people who’ve watched their lives - their loved ones - crumble in front of them. A few are glaring around curiously, but most regard Doctor Strange with the flat looks of people whose strangeness reflexes are just as broken as Captain America’s.

Shavri isn’t even looking; she has her eyes closed, cheek propped on her fist.

She is, however, reading every single mind in her range because why the hell not.

Leareth stands up. His expression and body language are controlled, neutral, giving nothing away.

His own Othersenses are mainly attentive to any signs of local magic. Nayoki can do the mindreading.

:My name is Leareth: he answers, with a tight nod. :We were very glad to hear of your efforts, and will do anything and everything we can to help: 

For some reason, in addition to the humans, there are two - horses???? - in the capsule? They’re snowy white, with blue eyes that are more forward-facing than seems right, and watching Strange with eerie humanlike alertness and intelligence.

Strange is thinking that it's kinda weird there are human Masters of the Mystic Arts on a planet he'd never heard of. He's also a little unsure of the "collect every possible ally from everywhere" strategy. At this point new people are just as likely to get in his way as anything. He doesn't begrudge them their desire to fight, though.

To Leareth's magic-sensing he will show up as...maybe a mage? Definitely something similar, but not exactly the same.

:Let's get your people off this ship, and then we can compare situations and resources. Also, what's with the horses? We have slightly faster methods of transport here.: