"There is a certain afterlife, shared between many worlds, including, now, this one," says Isibel. "If someone who has died and gone there suffers lethal damage, they reset to a healthy state on the spot instead. And it is possible to distribute that power to those who have never died. I can do it."
Isibel torchables them all. "I can do the same for your Bondmates if they are willing, but only in person," she says.
"Perhaps some or all of you would like to be added to my network of telepathy so that you may speak to me and each other at any distance," suggests Isibel.
[Here you are, then,] she says to all the dragons, and she explains the features of the brainphone.
[I think so. I can teleport and do not sleep, so you may ask for me whenever it is convenient for you and your beloveds.]
"You are welcome. And while I am here - there is another matter I can help you with to some degree. The matter of your collectively - limited ancestry. I am unsure how you would most like to address this issue, beyond what my beloved has already assisted with - but I do not think it beyond my current abilities to conjure from nothing some modest number of dragon eggs unrelated to any of you, for instance. Not a large number, at least not while my beloved is gone, because he assists me with magic in more ways than one, but a few."
"All at once would make the next few years interesting, especially since so many of us are already going to be laying soon," volunteers a smallish sky-blue female.
"But 'interesting' is not necessarily a bad thing," says Ancaladar.
"All at once it is," says Saravasse.
She carefully lays down the parameters of the wish in her mind and starts trying coins.
"I can do - five. If five would be a good number," Isibel says, evaluating her coin supply. Aurora was always generous; she is not short on evils but is reluctant to expend many in a single go. "...This one is a female. I can produce whatever gender ratio you prefer." The egg she has made has a pretty red-and-white-swirled eggshell.
"All right." And Isibel makes four more eggs, all next to the first, designed the same way. One is a glittery, cloudy gray; one is gold, patched with red; one is midnight blue with crackling white patterns; and the last, the boy's, is iridescent black.
"I know you will," says Isibel. "With that I think our business is concluded until your Bondmates are available to be made immortal."