"That isn't what I need to know. What order of magnitude is the population of the species and relevantly capable hybrids? How many have training in the profession? How long does the training take to acquire?"

"The entire species, across all the planets it's on...tens of billions, maybe a hundred or two of billions at the high end. Counting relevantly capable hybrids, maybe half again that. Lots of us get any training but not much; enough to, say, ensure that the baby gets, say, the one parent's eyes and the other's height but not much more than that. I'd say...ballpark fifteen percent on the high end, five percent on the low accumulate a decade or two of training over the course of their lives, enough to mostly customize the basic physical attributes of a baby, determine specific ratios of parentage--so that you could, say, collect genes from five donors and ensure that the resulting child is almost entirely the offspring of two of them, with the third's eyes, the fourth's hair and the fifth's brainpower, say. The level of skill my mother has would take a couple of centuries for most people to acquire. My sister and I are as--normal--as we are because she designed us when she was much younger than she was when she died. The Duke commissioned her to design his heir and she managed to cram almost full loads of four or five different species into that kid--Frost giant, halfling, orc, strider and maybe oracle but that one's unsubstantiated, I don't actually know for sure--and the kid still looked almost entirely frost giant. Uh, that's impressive, it's really hard to fit more than about a species and a half's worth of magic in one kid."

"Full loads?"

"Full-strength species magics."

"Interesting. So, I can get you a loan for this. The loan will be to you. You can ask your parent to earn you money to pay it back, but you will still owe the money back if they decide not to. Understood?"

"Understood."

The Dwarf sits her down and asks MANY questions and walks her through the terms of the loan. Then he asks her to affirm out loud in complete sentences that she intends to repay it complete with interest, is not aware of any escape clause not detailed in the terms of the loan which she would construe as releasing her from this obligation or causing her to cease to exist as an entity with responsibilities continuous with her current ones, is confident that no peal organization has declared a delay on resurrection of the parent in question, has no other outstanding loans, and intends to use the money to resurrect her parent in a jurisdiction where resurrections are freely available for sale.

She has some questions about the terms, more in a "wants to be ABSOLUTELY SURE" way than a "confused" way. 

She affirms these things out loud in complete sentences after confirming that she is not in serious trouble if someone shows up claiming she owes them money and is lying. 

The terms of the contract specify what arbitrators are acceptable if she ever needs to check if someone is lying, but Asger's does reserve the right to sell the debt. She can look up whether her debt has been sold any time on their website.

Good to know but what she meant was that her homeworld has been in a state of civil war for over a decade and when more contact is made than just her group someone could decide to claim that they had loaned her money during the interim and the reason there were no records of it was because of rampaging soldiers. This would be false; she does not, in fact, have any other outstanding loans, but it would be pretty plausible as far as the rampaging soldiers go. 

Asger's has lie detection! She will not be in trouble for other people lying.

Okay cool she will verbally affirm the things in complete sentences. 

Presumably this has to do with the lie detection.

They give her the price of a resurrection plus bus fare and a midrange hotel plus room service at the nearest planet which sells resurrection on the open market.

Excellent. 

(They're gonna see their mom again~)

She turns to their guide, bouncing slightly onto the balls of her feet. "So how do we get to the nearest such planet?"

"Uh, I can take you, unless you want me to show you the bus system."

"No, that's fine. --Sorry I'm--really, really excited, I never--never thought I'd see her again--"

"It's okay."

Teleport to Casentar.

Anxious bouncing and looking around for anywhere that looks obviously resurrection-related. 

Glir has landed at the Vanda Nossëo embassy. He makes a face at the extremely pretty architecture and extremely pretty tall people with braided hair, who make a point of politely not looking straight at him (the people who are not tall pretty and braided don't especially do so), and follows the sign to Resurrections Dept.

"Hello," says the human manning the desk.

"Hi," says Glir, "they want to buy a resurrection of their mother."

"Our planet's batch is in four hours and it's not full up of guaranteed spots, I can sure get her on there." She names a sum.

"Yeah, they have that." He helps with the movement of money and provision of identifying mom details.

"Her name's Saerltes and she's an elf like Kaleith is and like we half are and she's yea tall and..." 

They will probably be provided with more mom details than they strictly speaking need. 

They're not unused to that. "All right, the team will be by in four hours; they are currently on schedule and you'll be notified if there's a delay. Please note that when she first appears in her designated awakening bed - you'll want to wait by 203 for her - she will not be fully alive yet. It's a two-step process and the body appears first, breathing but not conscious. However, it's safe to touch her before she's awake if you want, we just don't recommend moving her from the bed. The gap is usually one to five minutes between body and resurrection but it's not unheard of for there to be a delay as long as half an hour on unusual circumstances."

"Okay. Thank you."

The group heads over to bed 203 and the twins begin discussing how to explain to their mother everything that's happened since she died. Especially the last day, which is both awesome and super out of context.

About four hours later the lights dim; a person wearing chunky headphones and an elaborate outfit with a crocus motif appears in the corner by bed 1, has a brief sign language conversation with a staffer while bobbing to the music, and starts dancing down the row of beds, appearing people about once every thirty seconds.

The staffer says, "Due to some scheduling juggling we're getting this one-person team instead of the standard two-person and your loved ones will wake up right away rather than on a delay but the batch will take a little longer due to recharge time. Please don't touch or talk to the magic rock."

Dance dance dance goes the "magic rock".

The "magic rock" thing is pretty confusing but, like, super not important right now.

At thirty seconds a bed, she reaches 203 after an hour and a half; the earliest patients have already had their reunions and mostly left the facility. Peeks at the form at the foot of the bed, bobs in place, zaps the bed with green light, twirls to 204.

And there is their mother.