"That's what it looks like." A slight frown, as she looks around her. "I think we've still a few people missing, but as far as I've been able to tell, people have been appearing in the fountain in groups of three every few minutes."

People have been bringing towels from the inn; Stella looks about until she finds a dry one, hands it to him. "Everyone seems to be fine physically, aside from the hair—" this punctuated with a very slight rueful smile, "—and I don't think we're quite sure what these do yet, if anything aside from being fancy wristwatches." She raises her right arm a little to indicate what she's talking about. Stella is from the era of smartphones, but smartwatches are so new in her time she wouldn't know what to do with one.

If she sounds like she's trying to sort everything out aloud, she is. It's in Stella's nature to want to have all the facts on the table, so to speak. That there are alarmingly few of these facts is... not really anything new, to be honest. She's used to the observers keeping them in the dark.