Belmarniss can now sorta muddle along in the local common thanks to aggressive use of comprehend languages to hand-translate books after roping a local into teaching her the alphabet. Also she hates teleport traps with every fiber of her being. Also she has figured out at this point that she somehow leveled in sorcerer instead of wizard during the business with the pirates and has no idea why that happened or whether it will happen again. And she has sold this stupid arrowhead to two different curio shops and given up as it seems to be cursed. And she just needs to keep doing what she does, she guesses, till she can teleport herself home. The Yawning Portal is a nicely ironic name.
They head out. The snow is much lighter than it was last time they were here; they can actually see the office from the temple steps.
"Oh," Jojo realizes, "I should give you back your ring -" He hands the ring to the Sleeping Man.
"She's wonderful. She was - treated poorly, in life - she lost everything, over and over again, and people put her on a pedestal, and when she fell from it they hurt her terribly. She did terrible things, in the end. But she did great things, as well. And - I think she's on the right path, now."
"How d'you reckon she'll take being introduced to her true love?" Belmarniss wonders in Jojo's direction.
"Rather poorly, if it were phrased like that," Jojo says absently. "Angel - do you have a name?"
"Goravial. What you must understand is that Aribeth is not yet your love. She may not love you the way you love her for a very long time - and if you idolize her, demand that she love you, treat her as a love in waiting rather than someone you actually like, she may never love you. It is written in the stars that you two can love each other. Do you understand?"
Goravial smiles gently. "I know what love is, mortal. Rest assured, I will not crush the flower by grasping it too tight."
Aribeth opens it after a few seconds.
"Jojo! And - your friends - and - the Sleeping Man?"
Goravial falls to one knee. "My lady. I have awoken to serve you in whatever capacity you may need."
"He wants to help. I thought you would know better than I how you could use his abilities."
She considers. "Well, I - I won't deny that I could use some assistance. I thought he was waiting for his true love, though?"
"He decided he'd wasted enough time waiting, and it was time to try to seek her out properly."
She nods. "Well. Rise, angel, and we can discuss my plans for this plane."
"Deekin not know Jojo actually capable of lying to people," Deekin mutters when they're gone.
The portal back to the Realm of the Reaper isn't far away.
In that bleak place, it is not cold. It isn't warm, either. Such things cease to be relevant.
"Belmarniss," the Reaper says cordially. "You have returned."