"Sure." 

A very pale woman swoops in and drops the last few meters out of the air, her wings slowing her fall enough she doesn't injure herself. 

"What is it, Tay--are you human."

"...yes."

"He says he's from Golarion. And Aroden is dead."

"What! How does that happen?"

"Attempting to move to Golarion went very very poorly. In addition to killing Aroden it opened a portal to the Abyss, drowned a couple of countries, and destroyed prophecy planetwide."

"Augh. That's terrible. ...What year is it now?"

"4714."

"--Fuck!" She turns around and kicks a tree, hard. "FUCK, I have been dead for more than a hundred years--"

"--Seshka--"

"Don't, don't--imagine if nobody got around to Raising your mother for a hundred years--my mom's got to be so upset--I really hope she didn't do anything stupid--"

"Has it... been a different amount of time here...?" Is he already late.

"I don't know. Nothing about what happened to me is normal." 

Deep breath. 

"Once upon a time there was a human girl called Seshka. She got murdered and maledicted to the Abyss, and then she got eaten by something bigger than she was. Normally this would simply be the end of the story! But in this case, a Finola," she gestures between herself and Taylor, "girl at the cusp between childhood and adolescence started remembering Seshka's life. And happened to look a lot like she had at the relevant developmental stage, species aside. And had a name that traditionally shortens down to Seshka. I don't know what happened to me, or how, or why, or how long it could be reasonably be expected to take, because the normal thing that happens to you after you die again in an afterlife is nothing."

"...ah. And... Sendings are inaccessible, or fail, or...?"

"Haven't gotten a response yet. I still try every now and then."

"Same with scrying?" He would not usually assume that anyone had the means to be so profligate but they have a necklace of fucking Tongues.

"...Hasn't worked but I think not being able to scry a different star system might be normal." 

"Plane Shift?"

"...So the thing I haven't explained yet is that I am pretty sure something weirder is going on than us just being in a different star system, because...our planes are weird." 

".......ah. In what way are your planes weird."

"Well, the afterlife situation could just be explained as 'everyone on the planet goes to Nirvana, and also isn't required to turn into an animal, for some reason' but we have two elemental planes instead of four and they aren't two of the elemental planes that Golarion has! They're metal and wood."

"...someone was channeling negative, are the negative and positive energy planes as I would expect?"

"Yyyyyyyes but we don't have...necromancy. We have, like, ghosts, and the occasional naturally-occurring zombie or ghoul, but any attempt to systemically study undeath so far has gotten, like, extremely squashed."

"........squashed."

"Or something! I mean, I assume anyone has ever tried it, we absolutely have the stereotype of cunning-based casters causing problems by having proportionately low wisdom, but it just is not a thing. Also if you go around asking people if they think you could make zombies on purpose clerics of the local...prooooobably not Pharasma? God of death come 'round to have a stern talking to you."