: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.:

Most of the Avengers are feeling a familiar deep grief mixed with powerful determination. It's a familiar set of feelings to anyone who's been around Leareth recently. Most of them didn't have close loved ones besides each other, but they grieve for the entire world.

There are also some people inside the building who are...not human. Magical, somehow, but not Gifted in the familiar sense.

Nayoki is - wow - mostly what she feels right now is gratitude. It’s going to be so good for Leareth, to be around people who are…on his level, like him, can understand why when Captain Marvel arrived, a week later he had solved half a dozen novel technical problems just to get them here, now…

Shavri doesn’t have much room for emotions at all. She doesn’t trust these people yet. She thinks this ‘Doctor Strange’ seems confident in himself to the degree of arrogance and is probably a bit of a jerk. She knows the type; she can work with that. She wonders vaguely what this world’s medical knowledge is like.

Leareth would be curious about the nonhuman not-mages, but instead he’s busy riding out a wash of overwhelming emotional distress because, stupidly, he had the thought that Vanyel would have wanted so badly to be here…

:Of course: He gestures for the others to start existing the capsule.

:We’re people actually: Yfandes throws in as she ambles past Strange. :We volunteered as well:

Okay, intelligent horses probably rank under intelligent raccoons on the weirdness index.

He leads them all to the largest conference room for the briefing. Everything in the facility is metal and glass and a style of architecture that probably feels both incredibly cool and disconcertingly alien to Velgarth people.

:Thirty-three days ago, this guy came to Earth,: he says, projecting an illusion of Thanos. :Name of Thanos. Obsessed with 'balancing' the universe, which apparently means murdering half the population. Was looking for these—: he adds the Infinity Stones. :Infinity Stones. No one knows where they came from, they've been around since the beginning of time. Make you basically God, if you get all six and they don't kill you. Anyway, I had one, before Thanos took it.: (He leaves out the part about giving it to him voluntarily, that's a little high-context.) :The Time Stone. I used it to look into the future. There wasn't any way to stop him then and there, but we could undo it. This—isn't the one good future I saw, but it's not any of the bad ones either.

:So he got all of the Stones. Snapped his fingers, half of everyone died. Including me. I ended up in the afterlife and the god of death, who was kind of pissed off by all of this—his wife got Snapped, among other problems—sent me back to finish Thanos off. I woke up in a paradise populated by other gods and this semi-magical immortal species called elves, who are featured in a popular fantasy novel here that none of us knew was actually true. We discovered the existence of another set of super-powerful magic shiny rocks—: he adds the Silmarils to the illusion—:and we collected them. Brought back the elf who made them from the dead, and eventually his sons as well. Tried to use one to kill Thanos, but it failed, so one of the goddesses took matters into her own hands and supernova'd his entire solar system. He escaped with the help of an evil minor god who snuck out of god prison when we rescued the guy who made the other shiny rocks. We don't currently know where either of them are.

:The original plan involved traveling back in time to retrieve alternate versions of the Infinity Stones, so we're currently working on that, alongside various tasks in making sure this whole damned world doesn't fall apart. If you give me a brief summary of your magic I'll see how you can fit into our various efforts.: