"I don't." His gaze unfocused for a moment, then returns. "Neither, apparently, does Eren, despite her many trips through the worldgate. You're not our first visitor, but you might be the first from your world specifically. And your arrival caused quite the stir."

(As soon as Bella asks to use a bathroom, she'll discover that bathrooms don't exist here and Sveneric will teach her the Waste Spell.)

(Is it... anything like spells of the kind she knows?)

(There's a semantic and verbal component, neither especially complicated. The awkward part is the leap of faith: you have to release at the same time you do the spell.)

That does sound like it might take some doing. Is there a... fallback plan... whatever they do for babies, say...

Sveneric assures her that no off-worlders have struggled with it before. She can practice in the privacy of the guest bedroom if she wants, which has a cleaning frame (magic item that cleans you and your clothes when you step through it, also used to clean babies).

Cool, okay, they use baskets for clothes at home but putting it in a frame isn't that wild. She will go practice this, only slightly red in the face about having had to have that conversation, and return with the process mastered a bit later.

If Sveneric feels any awkwardness, he doesn't show it. Quite the stir, he was saying. "We all felt your arrival at once, like a—to call it a tear in the world would be inaccurate. More like a jolt. You arrived within range of the Venn worldgate, but your method of travel was unusual. 'Interplanar studies'?"

"I've never heard of a worldgate. People who do planar travel that I'm aware of use spells to do it directly, I think, but I tripped into some complicated spell that involved a magic circle or something, I didn't get a very good look at it."

"Places where time and space run thin, enabling physical or magical travel off-world. Humans first came to this world, Sartorias-deles, by way of the worldgates." He considers, then says, "Would you share your vision of the cosmos with me?" He taps his head. "I think something's getting lost in translation."

"Again, this is in no way my area. I'm not even sure what you mean when you say 'my vision of the cosmos'."

"Ah, sorry. What I mean is that you seem to have a different conception not just of how travel between worlds works in practical terms, but of what even constitutes a 'world' in the first place. I'm simply curious about a word you've used which isn't getting translated, planar."

"A plane is - a way for things to work that is mostly spatially consecutive?" she offers after a moment. "So, like, on the Material plane fire requires fuel, but on the Plane of Fire it doesn't, and if you move a bit to the left in either one you will still be on the same plane as you started in."

"Interesting." Sveneric is not nearly as reserved as his father; curiosity is plain on his face. "I wonder if…well, we don't really understand it—other worlds, alternate versions of the same world—so this is only a guess. But I wonder if you come from 'farther', in some sense, than most visitors, hence the tremendous impact of your arrival." He's wearing a silver ring in a leaf-and-vine pattern. It catches the light oddly, and gleams bluish-white for a moment.

"Regardless, there's the immediate question. You came here by accident; do you intend to find your way home?"

"Well, I don't know if that will be practical, but I would rather see my parents again one day and furthermore don't know what I'd do with myself here."

"I can try to find you a path home," says Hibern, sitting up in her chair. "It will take some time to reverse-engineer the magic that brought you here. Assuming it's even possible. But I can try."

"As for what you can do here," says Sveneric, leaning forward. "I must apologize again for the mental trespass we committed on your arrival. As soon as it became clear that you were no world-ending threat, and furthermore that you strongly valued your privacy, we left alone. But in that time, we did get some general information." He looks at Hibern, who magically transfers out, leaving them alone. "You're training to become a mind-healer?"

"Yes."

"As am I. The practice was unknown to the world for four thousand years, until its revival a mere decade ago. And there's still so much to learn." The ring glints again. "If, while you wait for Hibern and the other mages to find your path home, you'd be willing to exchange information—best practices—I'd be honored to learn the wisdom of your world. Though I can't promise that I have much to offer in turn."

"I was very very junior in the program but I have - my backpack, with textbooks -"

Sveneric would very much like to copy those books and start cross-referencing them with the texts of old that his peers have been working from. Unfortunately the language spell doesn't do writing, so he would need her help with the translation—if she's willing, and at her leisure.

She can do that, yes.

He smiles. "Many thanks. We can start tomorrow, if you're amenable. But first let's find you a place to stay first that isn't my father's house. Do you have any preference in scenery?"

"...what are my options?"

"City, town, or wilderness? Winter or summer? Somewhere by the sea? Money isn't an obstacle."

"...sure. Uh. Autumn in a city on a river."

"Only two seasons at a time, I'm afraid. But city on a river I can do. You can stay in the royal palace or I can set you up in a private vacation house, your choice."