The thing she does when he leaves, now, isn't really best described as 'trembling', but it's just as distracting.

Eventually she goes back to her room and rearranges her notes since she can't do magic.

The rest of that day is uneventful. She gets some updates from Lacie. Another set of de-escalatory messages were exchanged with Valdemar. Leareth decided to be upfront with them about why he grabbed Carissa back, and the reply they sent read as understanding of the situation, even sympathetic, though who knows what they're really thinking. 

That seems promising. 

She finds herself dwelling on whether Leareth's plan for the conquest will kill everyone she met, which is not a wise thing to dwell on at all. She stops it. 

Goes to bed early, so she can get her magic back.

There are no interruptions overnight and in the morning she's left in peace to prepare her spells. 

- And then shortly after breakfast, Leareth Mindspeaks her from the other end of the facility. :Carissa. Are you busy: 

:- no.:

:Stay where you are, I will be there in a moment: 

And then he seems to get impatient, ten seconds later, and goes on. :It was - my other self. Who took Pexa. She is safe: 

:Oh. Okay. Good.:

He leaves it at that until he reaches her room. 

:He - they are - it is complicated: His face is showing more than usual; relief, and confusion, uncertainty. :He could talk to me - once, it took a Wish to boost the communication spell, I imagine the day's delay was figuring out wording. He could retrieve Pexa, because - because of a magical working that means he has a link to her soul that he can follow. He cannot reach us here, or help us, there is - something more than distance in the way...: 

: - huh.

Did he explain the thing where we're married?:

:We did not have very long to speak. He said -: another hesitation, his eyes still on her, piercing, :- he said that he asked Iomedae. For help finding a wife. And She sent you - the other you - except She did not say why, so the other you spied on the other me, and was caught by him and Aroden - Aroden was human, then, he died as a god and came back as a human and only recently re-ascended...: 

:He what? Does that mean in my Golarion he's still alive?:

:They were not sure. They think that your Golarion is also - not too far, exactly, but that they cannot reach it. They asked Nefreti Clepati - their Nefreti, but apparently Nethys sees everything anyway and so does she. The explanation she gave was apparently very confusing, but - that it began from a different underlying fabric of the universe, and they will not be able to find it. I...am unsure what if anything that implies about your world's Aroden: 

:I ...don't know what to make of that. Any of it, really. The stuff about Iomedae or the stuff about Aroden or -:

Shrug. :Who'd he have who could cast Wish?:

:...I am not sure. We did not have long to speak, and once it was clear he could not travel to us, I - was focusing less on learning his exact resources: 

:Right, of course.: Headshake. :Did he build the god?:

:No. He decided that Aroden's war with Asmodeus was more time-sensitive, and then he - allied with Abadar, who could negotiate with the Velgarth gods. And also fight them. I did not get a full explanation, but Abadar won some sort of skirmish with the Star-Eyed and now has influence in Valdemar and - things are better: 

:Huh. I guess Abadar wouldn't like the everybody being poor thing.

Do you really think it'd improve me to be lawful good????: She didn't mean to say that at all but Mindspeech is kind of just thinking things at someone and it just popped out.

Leareth considers it, seriously. 

:...I am not sure. Not the way you described the paladins being, definitely, and - probably not the way the Heralds are either, I think either would result in us - working less well together...: Shrug. :The other me gets along with Iomedae. He - said that She understands. What it means to be...actually trying to win...: 

Another long pause. 

:...He said I should try to trust you. That it would - ease the weight on both of us: The overtones are very puzzled. 

:...trust me with what?:

:In general? To care about what I care about? With my feelings? I - think he thought it would be much clearer to me than it actually is: 

:I am not planning to betray you? Maybe I'm underestimating how many resources you're spending hedging against that and should be less cute about it? That - doesn't feel quite it but I don't know what else there'd ...be...:

:Neither do I. But I do trust the other me, and if he thinks it would be better if I did understand all of it...: He shakes his head. :Do you trust me? Is that - even a meaningful question for you?: 

:I ...expect that you are doing the things that advance your aims, and it seems not likely you're lying about what those are when I'd work for you anyway and your stated goals aren't even compelling to people locally who are used to not having an afterlife and to the gods barely being able to make use of them at all. I ....expect you would exert yourself a little bit to not kill me even if there was a reason to?: Which is a HORRIBLY EMBARRASSING thing to admit if she's wrong but he did just say he wanted to make her immortal.

:You are correct, I would: 

And Leareth hesitates, again, looking at her in that odd intent inscrutable way.