Well that sure is a chaotic mess. She's not done with the book by the time he gets back but she puts it down to let him in. "Hey, sweetheart, how'd it go?"
"They didn't let me in; one of Pelor's researchers will have to go."
"Oh well." She leads him over to the bed and they sit, snuggling up a bit. "The book is pretty good. I guess it makes sense that they'd do things differently without any gods."
"I didn't get that far into it, what do you mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything that they call themselves the same religion, usually. Since there's nobody telling them they have to do things a certain way to keep using their name."
"Ah."
"Yeah. Sometimes it does, but there's no real pattern, you'd have to study it, or figure it out each time. So what happened with this disease?"
"I don't know the details. It's - did I tell you - there's another me, here. In Limbo, he lived a couple hundred years ago. Looks like me but a little younger, that's how Limbo works, and we're just the same in most ways that aren't about the world being different. And when he was young, there was a disease that affected gay men - a few other kinds of people too, but mostly us - that a lot of people died of, and the religions - I don't have details, he didn't want to talk about it, but they didn't help, they approved of what was going on."
She squeezes him tight. "Is he okay?"
"Not really."
"We should visit sometime."
"We should," he grins. "He has a Kat too, but I don't know what you'd be like without Lastai."
"Oh, that'll be fun."
"I'm sure." He kisses her cheek.
"So what were you trying to figure out?"
"Well, Pelor wants to work with the local religions - something about making his church easier to understand, I think - but he needs to know if that's something they'd do, now."
"It's not going to be possible to say, I don't think. Not just from a book, anyway."
"There's a historian I was talking to, but we didn't get anywhere, I couldn't figure out what to ask."
"A historian isn't going to be very helpful anyway, they aren't consistent enough to guess from what they did before."
"Oh."
"I'd start by asking the people who'd be affected if something like that happened again, they'll only be able to guess too but we can still learn something."
"I'm not sure who that would be, here."
"If you don't know I definitely don't. Is there someone we could ask?"
He considers. "I don't think so."
"Okay. You can keep an eye out. But the advice I'd give right now is that even if we can figure out what they'd do tomorrow, we won't know what they might do in a few decades. He'll want to keep his plans short."
"All right, I'll tell them."
"I'll come with you, they might have questions."
"Sure. Now?"
"Sure, why not."
They go to Earth.