He doesn't really want to go through all that again with her sisters, but it does seem responsible to put some thought and time into who he marries, if he's going to do this (which is very weird and surreal all of a sudden). He will talk to the family's other eligible daughters as well. Privately he already thinks that he probably isn't going to like any of them as much. 

They are younger and do not have blotches on their faces but otherwise seem a bit - well, it's probably mostly the "younger". Slightly less practical and slightly less clear on what they want.

Feeling quite awkward about the entire process at this point, he informs the parents that he likes their eldest daughter and would be pleased to marry her, and he thinks they can earn significantly more with his magic work and contribute some back to the household. In terms of practicalities, he doesn't yet have a permanent place to live, lately he and Saba have been sleeping on the floor in the back room of an inn in exchange for minor magics, but he thinks his wife deserves better accommodations (so does Saba, honestly) and he will need to see what his options are. 

They are delighted! Which temple does he want to get married in, they go to Irori's but they're not terribly picky. They could do the wedding in a month, which would allow time for their eldest to teach her sisters the accounting and for him to get better accommodations?

He used to worship Aroden, back home, but– well. He doesn't mind going to Irori's temple, if it's the one familiar to their family. A month from now is perfect. 

...And he should go collect Saba, who he left under the supervision of the younger siblings, and explain this plan. 

Saba is confused but not actively opposed. He wants to know her name and whether she is nice.

He thinks so! She's like him in a lot of ways, which is why he thinks they'll get along. She's organized and clever and she wants to learn magic too, then he'll have two people to show him pretty spells when he likes. They should get properly introduced, though, and Saba can judge for himself. 

He is quiet for a while. 

Eventually he says, "is she my mommy?"

"Do you want her to be? She is going to help me take care of you, until you grow up, and she will do all the sorts of things that your mother did for you before, but - it is up to you if you would also like to call her your mommy, or something else." 

"'m not supposed to forget my mommy's in Axis. Even if they make me go somewhere else for a little while until I'm big enough to follow rules she will wait for me in Axis."

He nods, seriously. "Then I will help you to not forget that, and you can call my wife by her given name, Parmida. I am sure she will not mind. And - do you remember your parents' given names? I can write it down for you, and once things are better here and we have more money, perhaps we can send a message to them and tell them where you are. I am sure they are thinking of you."

(He wonders, absently, when Saba will be old enough to start learning his letters, he isn't sure if three is too young but maybe he should start showing him them sometimes just to get him used to the idea.) 

"My daddy's name is Arrus. ...dunno my mommy's name. Mommy."

He writes it down, and the name of the nearest town, and hopes that will be enough information to find one dead person among what has to be millions. "Do you remember any instructions about where you were supposed to meet them? I want to write everything down now, while it has not been too long, so that we know how to address a message to them once we are able." 

"In Aroden's city, there's lots of Chelish people, because we're Aroden's people, and I'm supposed to go there and -" 

And he starts crying.

"And I dunno. I don't know what after that."

Aroden pulls Saba into his arms. "I know. It will be all right. We will find them, because they are not going to forget you and they have time, we have time, and - everything will be all right." 

"Aroden's dead. That's why all the bad things happened, Aroden's dead -

- where do the gods go when they die -"

...He starts crying. 

Here, he wants to say, here is where dead gods go, here I am, I will fix it, somehow, someday– But he can't say that, and he can't speak past the lump in his throat anyway. He doesn't know what promises he can even make, now. Except that he isn't going to give up. Not ever. No matter how long it takes to rebuild and how unimaginably, unendurably hard it is. He made a promise, once, and he's still going to keep it. 

Somehow. 

One month later he gets married. Parmida is dressed up very nicely and wearing perhaps too much makeup so the spots aren't very conspicuous and she looks extremely relieved and happy. Her rather large family attends and also looks happy; some sisters are jealous.

It is traditional in Osirion for men to buy their wives wedding jewelry which is the woman's own property, by law (everything else in the marriage is his).

Aroden is also happy. Happier than he's been to date since waking up in a stolen body, anyway, which is perhaps a low bar. 

He would dearly love to buy her some magic jewelry but he almost certainly can't afford it. As it is, he finds all the jewellers he can in town and asks if he can barter magic - he's willing to sign a contract for future magic services, if a month isn't enough - for something suitable.

He looks for accommodations to rent. One room is fine for now, they can upgrade later if the laundry business goes well. Ideally a cellar for some natural climate control, but he can't afford to be that picky. 

If they're not picky about what part of town to live in they can have a big room with a cellar; if they are, they can have a small room without one, but near the rich peoples' houses where the laundry business will do best.

He asks Parmida which one she thinks is best. 

" - nice part of town, it'll save us a lot of travel time and might make it easier to eventually have people drop their washing off with us so you don't have to take more than a ten minute break from whatever you actually want to be working on. I thought wizards could magic the heat away anyway."

"That is what I thought too." He's pleased. "I do not yet know any spells for dealing with heat but I think it is not too far off, if I make time to practice." 

"Well, you had better do that, then!"

"I will!" 

So they can get married, with relieved and happy family members watching, and Aroden (he still thinks of himself as this in his head, when he's alone, even though it's not the name he's been going by) buys a nicer set of clothes for the occasion, though not as nice as Parmida's, presumably saved for years for this occasion. He gives her a necklace and matching earrings that he traded for magic (and still has a commitment to clean the jeweller's shop once a week for the next two months, but it's not too long a walk.)

They move into their new small room. They don't have any real furniture at the start, just a mat to sleep on together, and some crates to sit on, and whatever Parmida brings with her, but they can work on that over time. His first furniture purchase is a set of shelves for his notes, and the books he hopes to own someday. 

He has the conversation with Parmida about how Saba isn't his son by blood, and how he wants to help the child remember his parents, and this is why Saba will call her by her given name, although he hopes that the boy will accept her as a second mother eventually. (Why can't someone have two mothers?) 

On the off days from laundry work, he looks for other wizards in the city. He's been poking at the structure of his few spells, trying to hold up the shape of it in his mind and match any of it to the half-remembered procedural knowledge of a god's-angle view of magic. He can get the minor entropy spell to cool water, which is quite nice, and he's hoping he can adapt a higher-level spell eventually to cook food, though ideally he'll find someone who knows an existing one first. In the long run, he hopes to gain back a deep enough intuition for how he and magic can interact that he can throw together new spells with relative ease, but for the next few years, copying from other wizards is going to be faster and easier.

He starts trying to teach Saba the alphabet. 

His world feels very, very small, and he feels weak and helpless and blind and deaf, and he still wakes up crying in the night sometimes - kind of often, really - but he has a roof over his head and nobody is trying to murder him right now and he finally feels like he's maybe, barely, starting to rebuild.