"It doesn't sound like your fault."

His boss, another woman of the same species with a lot of scars, shows up a bit later. "How many babies are we talking about?" she asks.

A resurrection team - presumably - appears. They look human; one of them is a young man wearing a lot of plaid including a kilt plus a jeweled pocketwatch, the other has neon orange hair, slightly too many teeth on close inspection, and neatly pressed clothes that might be some alien version of business casual. They put on disposable gloves and each poke the body at the same time; Dakker glows and awakens in perfect health. They take off their gloves and the guy in the kilt does something glowy to the woman's hand and they check in with Glir and then disappear again.

"Um, probably somewhere between four and ten thousand--that's not very precise, sorry, but I don't have that much solid data, geneses don't happen much and there's been a civil war on for years, I can only give you that good a guess because I have a geneticist parent." 

She looks at her recently-dead friend and swallows. 

Leuska falls to her knees as he sits up and hugs him. 

"I mean per capita," clarifies Glir's boss. "You said proportional to who's around."

"Oh, I see. Uh, I learned math about this at one point but I've forgotten most of it...the more adults there are in range the fewer babies per adult per year there are, it's non-linear, with the number asymptotically approaching one baby per adult per year in very small populations, I think. Um..." 

"Geneses really don't happen often, most countries--well, most we've heard of--attempt to actively prevent them. Even with a war on it's not information we ever thought we'd need." 

"Does moving the babies afterwards affect anything?"

"No. But if they die then the genesis will just replace them." 

"...we're not going to let the babies die if they show up, it just affects where we can put them up for adoption. What species would they be?"

"Man, I dunno. Something new. Probably stab-resistant or something. Hey, Dakker, you were dead and this is virgin soil with weird magic that brought you back, if bringing you back doesn't prevent the genesis do you have any idea what the new species'll look like?" 

"...Uh...my...favorite color is green?"

"They may or may not be green." 

"I'm going to borrow storks, alert Vanda Nossëo, and loop in their family services people," says Glir's boss. "You take care of these people."

"Yes ma'am," says Glir. "People, what do you want first, hospitality-wise? We can almost certainly send you home but it'll take a few hours unless you've got a very time sensitive emergency. If you do let me know."

"...We don't want to go home, there's a civil war there. We've been dodging one side or the other since it started. Do you have refugee-handling procedures, I think we count as refugees." 

"We've got refugee-handling procedures, though you're slightly irregular refugees. I didn't mean we'd plop you back in the civil war if you didn't want to go, but if there was another part of your own planet you'd want to live on, or something, that wasn't having a civil war, or for that matter if you wanted to regroup and go try to affect your civil war - policy gets pretty thorny around intervening in wars though, I'd need to call in higher ups to tell you confidently if we could assist with that."

"Our country is the only one on our planet in particular, it isn't strictly speaking everywhere but everywhere it isn't is just wilderness. Even if you don't want to intervene in the war if you could siphon out more civilians that'd be awesome...we could go to Karsatai, that's the country most of Arshalei's initial settlers came from, Arshalei being our country." 

"Can I teleport you guys to a hotel in another city and get you rooms so we're not hanging around increasing the number of potential green babies?"

"--Yeah definitely." 

Pop! Here is a hotel. No windows, dimly lit, visually uncluttered in shades of grey. "There's tons of room in here, it's used when we get a batch of hundreds of millions of orcs all at once but we can use it since it's empty now. Your civilization spans more than one planet?"

"It's debatable to what extent it's a single coherent civilization but yes, we have access to lots of planets." 

"Do you not have portals here...? We have naturally-occurring interplanetary portals." 

"...those might exist somewhere but not that I've been briefed on. I wouldn't necessarily know, I have clearance but they don't send me mandatory reading on every new world and magic, I'm regional emergency services."

"Well, every planet we know of has them--well, I guess they would, considering--and we know a lot of planets, and it was sort of ambiguous whether they're magic or a nonmagical physical phenomenon, so." 

"Might just be a thing in your world."

"Yes, this planet has no portals," Delsmiar confirms. "--I can't say anything about only our world, but, none here."