There isn't even a jolt, but suddenly Orien's stomach is turning, and she pushes away from Inric in shock.
"I - what -" she stammers. There are boards under her feet, and the air is the clear familiar air of - "Home? But -" She turns back to the traveller, who has caught himself on the railing. "But magic doesn't exist!"
"As you wish," he says, turning as if to go.