Raafi accepts this without particular comment, and explains that he'll need the diamonds, his own payment, some small part of the remains - a lock of hair would be ideal but anything works - a place to work, and an assistant: by default the restored person wakes up almost immediately, but he prefers to leave them asleep for a few moments when resurrecting for people who aren't familiar with the process; the assistant is to put a magic blanket over them as he finishes the spell, which will keep them asleep for a little while. They might want to have clothes on hand for them, too, and anything else that they might want immediately.

Diamonds and an assistant can be provided immediately; digging up the deceased's ashes will take a little while. 

Of course. Do they mind if he looks around a little while he's waiting? They've got some gorgeous architecture here.

Yes, yes they do. (Have gorgeous architecture, not mind.)

He doesn't go far; they'll find him sitting on the steps sketching a particularly interesting flying eave when they're ready for him.

It takes a couple of hours but then a servant comes to find him. 

He follows the servant to the place they've set up for him, checks that everything is in order and explains to his assistant what to do with the blanket, and casts. It's ten minutes of chanting, which he's warned them of, in his strangely-accented foreign speech. The offering disappears, eventually, replaced by a body on the mattress where he sprinkled the ashes given to him, clothed in a plain white shirt and pants. He anoints it with holy water at forehead, hands, and feet, and nods to the assistant to cover it with the blanket, still chanting. There's an odd sense of presence, of being watched, in the final few seconds, and as he comes to the end of his incantation, the body takes a breath.

The sect leader's wife's hands go to her mouth as she blinks back tears. 

"There you go," he says, speaking quietly. "You can take the blanket off whenever you're ready."

"Can you do his wife, too, first...? He died before she did, if he wakes up and she's gone he'll be distressed."

"I only have the one blanket, so she'll wake up as soon as the casting is done. But if you think it best, of course." And he repeats the process.

She gasps and sits up. 

The last thing she remembers is being run through with a sword intended for A-Xian. She knew she was dying, but--

"What happened?"

"It's all right. You died, but I have magic that can bring people back. You're safe now. Your husband, too, he's right over here."

She looks over and gasps softly. 

"What about--where's my son, is A-Cheng okay--is A-Xian okay--?"

He glances at the assembled locals for help - "I assume your son is fine, I haven't been asked to do any more resurrections or healing today, but I don't recognize those names, I'm sorry."

"My brothers. Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian." 

A startled, disapproving murmur goes through the onlookers. 

"Someone was trying to stab A-Xian, that's what killed me, I couldn't let them--"

"-oh. Ah - I don't know anything about Jian Cheng, but -" does anyone else want to field this - "Wei Wuxian is dead, I'm sorry. And his body was lost, without that I won't be able to resurrect him yet."

Her hand comes up to where the wound that killed her was. 

She looks around at everyone who isn't meeting her gaze. 

She wraps her arms around her husband and buries her face in his neck and cries. 

He sits on the floor on the other side of Jin Zixuan - this is a risk, she's likely to wake him and he has no idea how he'll react, but probably worth it - and rubs her back, gently, and speaks quietly. "I don't know what happened after you died, but I think you did the right thing - he was doing important work, and you gave him the chance to do more of it. And - I can't bring him back yet, but I will be able to. You're not the only one who wants it."

"Good." She won't ask who; that's just likely to make things more difficult for them. She gently shakes her husband awake and they tearfully embrace. 

He backs off, going to stand by Lan Xichen. "You think she'll be safe here?" he asks, half under his breath.

"Yes. Madam Jin was best friends with her mother, and...Jin Guangyao has strong incentives to ensure she comes to no harm."

He nods. "I want to know more about the political situation here. But, later."

Nod. 

The Jins would like to know what exactly are the circumstances he's able and willing to bring people back to life in.