Suffice to say, Raine very much wished the girl somehow had those books with her. If her own favorite books had been in the house when it burned down, she would have cried. "Do you know the names of any of these metals, or what type of stone you saw? At least some compositions are likely to be universal, but if you use the same words we do for them, that speaks of being anything but coincidental."

Unless, of course, the translation magic at work here would take care of that, as well, but she'd consider that possibility later.