Well met? Yeah, these guys were living out of a fantasy novel. Or at least a world where this whole thing was real. Or maybe it was just a Middle Ages thing. She didn't actually know - the Doctor hadn't ever taken her to the Middle Ages. But now she knew, these were the brothers Dayne and they were apparently knights. Her smile broadened as the one named Trystan actually spoke, the accent familiar but likely wouldn't have any real connection to her. Like how most aliens somehow sounded British (she blamed the TARDIS). "I don't know what any of that means but the name 'Starfall' makes it sound gorgeous."
Magic, though, she made a face that could only be described as 'eeeeh'. "Not really magic. More like extraterrestrial science. Um. You see, I've got this friend who's," she paused for a moment, pondering how to describe it, "From the stars. And he takes me--" No, not takes. Took. Her expression fell, tension and grief flooding her features. "Took me all around, visiting other worlds, other places in time. I guess it could look like magic."
Hippocrates rested his beak on her shoulder, closing his eyes. She just had to remind herself over and over, where there were tears, there was hope. Bill had to remain hopeful.