"I know. I am sorry." 

"I love you. Be careful. And come home, soon."

And she pulls away and he's alone in his head again.

Leareth, again, Gates to his previously assigned bedroom in the winter palace. This time, though, he strides out into the hall as soon as he's caught his breath, and tells the first servant he sees that he would like to speak with the pharaoh, please, of course at the pharaoh's convenience, and he can Gate himself to the other palace if that is convenient for his Highness. 

The startled servants will confirm that the pharaoh is at the other palace. People...can't Gate there, though?

He was able to Gate out from the teleport-in spot last time and thinks he can find his way from there, but if they would rather escort him he's of course fine with that too, the war is over and this time he's not in nearly so much of a tearing hurry. 

Oh, if he means the dedicated Teleport spot that's fine and he's allowed to go himself, if he'd like.

Leareth thanks them and Gates to the Teleport spot and then heads back in the direction he remembers the nice servant leading him before, looking for someone he can inform of his presence. 

He can run into a guard pretty promptly and get a message passed from there and get told where to sit and wait for the pharaoh.

It's about half an hour. 

"Leareth. Congratulations."

(Leareth's brain is slightly less full of troop positions and mage exhaustion levels this time, and he manages to remember to prostrate himself and wait until acknowledged and told to sit.) 

"Thank you. I think it went very satisfyingly well." He can't help smiling. "Did you hear about how we dumped the entire Chelish army in Nirvana? I am very proud of that piece. Also I was unconscious for half an hour from that Gate, which was suboptimal, but Vanyel rescued me." 

“I did hear about that! It has been rather widely heard-about, by now. An astoundingly clean war.”

"I think we could possibly have intervened on the evacuations to Hell more quickly, but it would have risked spreading ourselves too thin so I am not sure we did anything wrong in expectation. I am tentatively pleased; I think it went better than we could have asked. Oh, and of course we closed the Worldwound in the process. I was not there myself but I hear Vanyel was rather spectacular." 

“Golarion’s future looks much brighter. I will mint you a metal, if you’d like, but Aroden is perfectly capable of that too so I bet it’s not what you’re here for.”

"No. I came to ask if you and Abadar still wished to intervene in fixing the currency situation - we think things are almost stable enough for it, now - and also, Aroden wishes to open an offer for Abadar to have temples in Cheliax, if He wishes it." 

“We had temples in Cheliax before Asmodeus came to power and banned them, and at minimum want them back. We can staff them from elsewhere for now - mostly not from Osirion because we largely don’t speak the language. And we’re minting the coins. They have Aroden’s face on them.” He hands Leareth a handful of different denominations. “If you like them we can mint a million, if supplied with metal.”

Leareth inspects the coins. He has no particular aesthetic opinions on them. "We can supply the metal. It is greatly appreciated. And, if you have a list of temples you had before, we can check if the buildings are still available and were simply repurposed, or can arrange to build new ones for Abadar." 

“I have a list, yeah. If they’re unavailable - city centers, near markets, our criteria are pretty obvious. People shouldn’t have to walk a mile with all their cash to the bank when their store closes.”

"That makes sense." Leareth frowns. That was everything on his list, which is as expected very straightforward, but it feels kind of silly to come all this way and drag the pharaoh into a meeting for three minutes. "Is there anything else we ought discuss while I am here - hmm, how are people in Osirion taking the news of the war?" 

"They're taking it all right. We have not suggested to the general public there was any Osirian involvement. The gods know something about when Abadar will act which is more detailed and more accurate than 'we don't start wars' but 'we don't start wars' is a pretty good approximation. The Council of Sun and Sky knows, because I wanted to make them aware that if things went badly Cheliax was very plausibly going to come after us. They're - the entire situation with the Council of Sun and Sky is very awkward in the best of times and more awkward now but it's hard to lose political capital from winning wars. Especially this cleanly. How about you, how are all of your people doing -"

"Oh, I think morale is high. This was a far shorter and less unpleasant war than the one I recruited them for in Velgarth - and, of course, we can raise our dead, that helps. I suspect many of my mages will end up wishing to settle in Golarion, they enjoy how everyone is so awed by their capabilities. Aroden is attempting to convince some of them to settle in Rahadoum, because he wants to hand them Sargava as a colony and it will be more feasible with Gates." He smiles. "You may try to recruit some for Osirion, if you wish, it is an excellent place to live in most ways." 

"I think we will definitely be doing that. Also just resurrecting interesting people from your history, especially ones who died young who I think I can convince to settle down here...or to marry one of my brothers. I want Osirion to have Gifted people."

"Really. Where are you getting the list of candidates from." He has records that he can offer, probably. 

"I can look at history books but it occurs to me that I know someone who met lots of interesting people.

I also wanted to ask you specifically about -

- I can get Urtho. Since your dead don't go anywhere there's not a time limit, on True Resurrection."

Leareth goes still. He has no idea what to say. 

"There's no rush. There are a lot of people who'll be much less complicated on my to-do list and now's not particularly a better time than fifty years from now."