[Honestly, she understood maybe one word in three of that. Technology in her world hasn't progressed very far beyond, say, the waterwheel, and let's not even get started on the scientific disciplines. But Lys can at least grasp that Orisa isn't a Thing, some kind of oversized metal toy, and maybe that's enough for right now. Her assorted and sundry questions (all of them stupid, she's sure) could wait.]

....okay! Well, it's definitely nice to meet you, Orisa. I hope I can explain things in a way that makes sense.

[A moment's pause, then she holds out her feather for Orisa to take.]

What are you usually thinking about when you're trying to cast a spell?