[the question is a weird one, all things considered, but wanda's learned that she better ask first before making use of her magic to transmute things for others. people tend to feel a little... out of their depth—uncomfortable, even—when the use of her magic basically takes away a lot of that agency people want to think they have.

it's not on purpose, anyway.

what is on purpose, is wanda raising a hand toward the loft, her shawl slipping off her arm with the movement, scarlet magic changing the molecular composition of what would have been a hay-filled, formless mattress into something more reminiscent from her world (and nero's, too), with springs and foam and factory stitchings. the blankets and pillows change, too, so there's variety in texture and thickness, to whatever level of contentment nero may expect.]

The place hasn't been used in a while.

[is her explanation for using magic to fix the loft, rearranging her shawl as she steps closer towards the door and allow nero a chance to look around. he can work out the details of literally everything else tomorrow, she thinks, but having a comfortable bed would make things a little easier for now.]

Do you have any questions about this world? —and no, neither Himeka nor I are from yours. [a pause] I think. [—anyway.] We've all been pulled from different places in the multiverse for... reasons that are mostly vague, in my opinion. [she offers a light shrug] There are other two factions: The Free Cities and Thorne. One hates magic, the other thrives in it.

We cannot leave Solvunn, but you may travel between the settlements. Have you been told about the Horizon yet?