She focuses, hard, on a particular pattern in her memory. A small rock moves a few inches. The basic pattern confirmed, she expands it, specifies herself and Saravasse and Rosheverel, builds up power until she judges it sufficient and yanks on the fabric of the world.

And the three of them are on the opposite side of the beach. "That worked. I was using the same pattern to jump to 'a place I know', so I think that I can return home, even between worlds." It's relieving to know that she has a way home, even if she wants to spend a lot more time here, first.