"What?" Jory stares at her, sure he has heard wrong.
"I did magic!" Kelyn grins. "I worked it out! It's the ragwort, isn't it?"
"Yes but wait, what?! You were working on magic? All this time?"
Kelyn scowls. "What did you think I was doing with the books you traded me, eating them?!"
"Aaaargh!" Jory grinds his hands into his eyes, pushing hard as though he can rewind what she just told him. "And you set my wagon on fire?"
"Not your wagon, the patterner wagon!"
"Oh, that's so much better!" He drops it for now, and turns back to his first question. "How did we get here?"
"Magic, I think? You should talk to Inric about it."
"I think I need to talk to Inric about a lot of things," Jory says.