Asmodia II is kneeling under a bit of cliffside on the beach praying. She opens her eyes when Carissa approaches, looks at her questioningly.

"They said it's fine as long as I take care of her - she can swallow - and don't make more people. They said in an encouraging sort of spirit that she might drift and wake up. I think I should get a waterboat, take her out, dump her very far from shore, weighted and mangled enough they can't identify the body, and pick you up on the boat back, say she woke up after all. If we need to do any more peoplemaking it'll have to be you or at least plausibly attributable to you. 

Have you - has He -"

"- no, I haven't gotten a response so far. So if He's able to use her I don't think we should expect it to happen soon. Do you know how to boat?"

"Yes. Ideally I'd wait a week or so, until what interest the situation attracted has mostly died off and the drift is more plausible, but that constrains your activities to staying out of sight for a week." She offers her a sandwich. "So I can be ready to move sooner if He finds you or if you think of something else to do while He hasn't. - my next best plan was to see if I can make a wizard who knows Scry."

Asmodia II accepts the sandwich. Chews her way through it, thinking. "I can get a ferry to Flute Island, stay there for a week. Eavesdropping, I think people go there for the mountain climbing; I'll be able to get food and stay out of the way otherwise and not run into anyone too important in Twiceharbor to have been made with a penchant for mountain climbing. I don't think you should try to make a wizard right away - you're likelier than me to be able to do it, and if you go too quickly that's both less likely to work and more likely to attract negative attention. In a week you can come out to the island, find me, present me as her."

"Sounds good. I can start the planning for a wizard but wait to actually do it. Have you run into any other ways you should've been made better?"

"I -

It's possible this plane is too far for the gods of Golarion to act on, and I don't think I have a contingency for that. But in the grand scheme of things it doesn't matter."

"- oh. I -" Shiver. "...I think we don't have a lot of evidence of that yet but - maybe enough to put in a contingency -

- I don't know what it'd say, though. 'if the gods cannot benefit from anything you do here, might as well pick up sex and singing' - that's some of the most popular priorities for made people, apparently -"

She feels suddenly dizzy. 

If the gods cannot benefit from anything they do here, then - then that probably means they won't go to Hell when they die, either. They will - dissolve, or get their souls glued on the next time someone tries for something similar enough, or -

Asmodia is right. If it turns out nothing matters, that's a problem she can solve once it seems more likely. For now they should be planning for the possibility that they can do things that matter. 

"I think I should be close enough to right to be chosen as a cleric if he were aware of me. Access to this plane would be very valuable. The delay could be - maybe gods are normally aware of potential clerics from their childhoods, and I didn't have one, and it will take more time for me to be noticeable. Or there's some agreement He made with the others about this place explaining why none of them have a hand in it, and our presence here hasn't tipped it or the agreement will take time to renegotiate. Or something we don't have the context to guess at. I'll keep trying and we can move ahead with our present plan. But if your next try is able to shrug and take up - sailing or something, if they can't get a scry or sending or anything across to Golarion, they may wind up being grateful for this."

She nods. "I will come up with something suitable."

"I'll see you in a week. Flute Island." She points at an island with tall rock formations visible over the curl of the horizon.

"See you then." She heads back to her hotel.

Nobody is waiting to ambush her there.

If nothing goes wrong she'll spend the week handfeeding and cleaning up after the useless Asmodia and doing spell research and periodically taking notes for the wizard. In case they can't come through knowing Scry she is also going to try Clairvoyance, which she's pretty sure she could build Scry from if she had long enough, and Locate Object, which she's less sure would be enough but it'd at least be a place to start. This one'll be a boy, for balance; she doesn't sketch proposed features because the locals can't read her notes but they could notice sketches and be suspicious of her. 

The useless Asmodia continues to be useless and has no comment on the situation even though the Universal Prayer people said they'd keep her in their litanies.

It seems pretty likely that their religion is just kind of make-believe. Of course, when Asmodia recovers they'll think it worked. 

When it has been four days she goes out to a suitable-looking store and says she wants to take up mountain-climbing, what supplies would she need? And what sites do they recommend?

Well, there's Sail Rock, inland a bit, road goes right to it, or there's Flute Island, with a regular ferry and lots of songbirds if you like that kind of thing, and you need good shoes and chalk dust for your hands and ropes and pitons and such. Also you need to drink a lot of water, and an emergency sail in case you climb too high and float off into space.

She will buy as many of those things as she can afford but the important ones are rope and a backpack.

The shops of Twiceharbor are happy to sell to her.

When it has been a week she goes out alone to rent a water boat, asks for advice about getting to Flute Island safely.

The boat rental person asks her if she was made knowing how to row.

Yep! (Or, well, born to a merchant family in Corentyn, so, same thing). She's just new to the area.

So he tells her about the wave patterns and points out Flute Island and tells her this is a good time to go, all the suns will be behind her.

Perfect! She rents her boat and sets out. 

Ties it up on the shore a bit later to go back to her hotel and get Asmodia. She has a backpack with hiking supplies and snacks and lots of water, and she has rope, and she has good hiking shoes for herself which means she can put her old shoes on Asmodia.

Asmodia I obediently tilt-rebalances her way all the way to the beach.