“I have no specific reason to suspect any of the other Tayledras at the Worldwound, since they were not at Urtho’s Tower. Their plan does not seem it required other conspirators. I am not certain of it, however.”

“I do intend to question the other Tayledras, of course. It simply requires some planning, and - delicacy.”

“Does Abadar have a way to prevent the Star-Eyed from sending others to Golarion.”

"Maybe but he wants to move on the Tower first."

“...Move on the Tower?” Leareth says, startled. “That - would seem to be a poorly-advised idea.”

"Well, He's furious with the Star-Eyed, obviously, and He can't kill Her - I asked - but He can take away Her toys. Or at least stop Her from interfering in Aroden taking away Her toys. There are complications because the other Golarion gods aren't delighted about Abadar having all the superweapons either - at least not without sufficient commitments about when He'd use them - but the upshot is that we can pull it off. And then we can escalate from there if we need to because She doesn't have a way to escalate back."

Leareth blinks at Khemet. At this point he’s just confused. 

“This...would not seem to be primarily Abadar’s problem to solve?” he says blankly. (Leareth concedes he is technically a cleric of Abadar’s but not an especially powerful or important one.)

"This is His country and someone smuggled a magical weapon into His palace, murdered His cleric, and broke the agreement about afterlives for Velgarth people who die here to try to steal his soul. It's - obviously you've got to be shaped to retaliate when someone does that!"

“What - did She -” Leareth hadn’t even thought of that, which is stupid of him, it was the obvious plan - kill him, ensure he doesn’t come back, grab him out of Golarion’s reach. End of story. He’s not sure even Aroden could have pulled him out of that.

“How - how close...” It’s kind of a pointless question, he’s here now so obviously She didn’t succeed, but even so he finds himself trembling again, the delayed shock of it hitting him in waves.

"Abadar had a much stronger claim. Which She must not have known about, or not known what it meant."

“Oh.” It’s both beautiful and terrifying, that the only reason he’s alive now is because a god chose him. Leareth doesn’t know how to feel about it. “I - I should thank Him, I suppose. She...might not have known yet, if they received their orders from Her in Urtho’s Tower.”

"You should give Him the chance to apologize, at least. This should never have happened."

...Leareth nods. He blinks a few times, takes a deep breath, and his expression is calm again.

“Well, thank you for resurrecting me so promptly. I should probably not take up any more of your time.”

Aroden offers him the clothes and magic objects, which Leareth accepts with a grateful nod, and starts putting on under the sheet.

I feel uneasy about - some part of how he is reacting, Aroden sends to Parmida. I am not sure what.

Hmmm. Imagine if - you talked to Abadar and you learned who betrayed you and you had your conversations with them making plans for when you're a god again - and then someone else betrayed and murdered you.

...It would hurt. Possibly more than the first betrayal. I - do you think he feels betrayed by us? That we failed him? I - we did, I suppose, I am so angry with myself as well as Her...

It's not your fault! It happened in a completely different country! 

This is true and he responded as fast as he could once he was aware of it, and somehow this doesn’t make him feel much better.

Vanyel still hasn’t said anything. Nayoki took a step toward him and put a comforting hand briefly on his shoulder at one point, presumably noticing that he was upset. He’s trying really hard not to be visibly upset because it’s not like any of the awfulness here happened to him, and surely it could only make Leareth feel worse if he burst into tears right in front of him. 

Leareth finishes dressing, folds up the sheet and sets it down on the floor, and levers himself up. Wearily, even though he’s not physically tired at all, some part of him feels exhausted. His soul, maybe. His mind is producing a very pointless desire to go home, which - isn’t a place he has.

He is not discernably having emotions; everyone else is discernably having emotions and he doesn't exactly blame them but if he were doing it it'd be on purpose.

"We're in the Dome, because it's safer. If you'd like to remain here you are of course welcome; otherwise I'll let you know if we hear from Abadar about raising Starwind and Moondance."

“I thought they got out- oh, did you kill them, I suppose that is sensible if you did not know what else they might do next.” Leareth glances around, trying to think. “I doubt I will be in more danger than I was before if I return to Cheliax, but - perhaps I will stay here a while until you learn more.”

He lives alone in Egorian, in a house which is very thoroughly warded but it still feels weirdly lonely to imagine going there right now. Also he wants to talk to Abadar, which will predictably leave him incapacitated, and even though the last awful thing happened at the pharaoh’s palace, he still feels obscurely safer doing that here. Especially since it’s Abadar’s territory and Abadar is apparently willing to protect him.

He gestures for a (unfamiliar) servant. "Show him a room, please, and anyone else who wants one."

And he stands, and wishes everybody well in the correct formal fashion in Aroden's case, and leaves, and then mopes.

Aroden glances at Parmida, then Leareth. 

“Leareth, would you prefer if we stayed as well?”

“I expect they need you more in Cheliax.”