This is...wow. 

Mhalir isn't sure he has anything to contribute here except for 'wow' and some quiet internal screaming. 

Carissa will probably at some point appreciate having reasons to feel solidarity and companionship with the latest faction of people in charge of her life but she's not quite there yet.

"- My staff are going to get very worried if I am gone longer than a day or two," Mhalir eventually thinks to interrupt. "I mean, probably they are very worried already, but - moreso." 

"Understandable. We can return immediately afterward. I - I just need my wife." 

"We can message the ship at least." She tries to call her spellbook to hand. Fails. "Or, well, if they see fit."

"You need to cast spells to retrieve the spellbook?" Leareth says, very wearily. "Mhalir, can you...?" Vague handwave. Keep Carissa from doing anything unfortunate, he means, which she doesn't seem likely to do and he can leave the compulsion against harming anyone in place while allowing spellcasting, but still. 

Mhalir nods. 

Leareth does something very fast and now Carissa can do magic again, if she wants to. 

Mhalir lets her, though he's on edge and ready to seize control again on an instant's notice. 

She does not want to spend from now until Hell is destroyed with Mhalir having to be on edge about her all the time but she isn't quite up to problem-solving it just yet. She calls her spellbook back and prepares a Sending. Do you want to say something.

<Yes.> 

And whenever she's cast the Sending: 

"Confirmation, with older Ma'ar from other Velgarth, now in other Golarion, resurrected Urtho," he is not going to try to explain about the tiny Ma'ar in a short Sending, "am safe, back in two days, stand by." 

Mhalir's staff are so suspicious and very worried but they acknowledge this message. 

I - want you to be alive. I'm not exactly - it's complicated whether I'm sorry but - it wasn't not liking you or not wanting you to - live forever and get to do lots of things -

<I know.> 

Right now it does not feel like this fixes anything, and everything still hurts, and Mhalir is having a hard time imagining what would help with that even in principle. 

"Good, then," Leareth says briskly. "So. Mhalir, tell me about these weapons that were used in Hell...?" 

Mhalir can do that. 

(He's not happy about it. But he's not going to be happy about any of it either way, right now.) 

Carissa will just hang out in the back of their head trying to dissociate hard enough to not follow the conversation.

They leave her alone to do that, while toneless explanations are exchanged, of the war with Cheliax as it went in Leareth's Golarion, and the war with Hell in Mhalir and Carissa's, and the Yeerk-Andalite war before that. 

Eventually they're offered food. Mhalir eats it for her.

Leareth rolls out a mattress for them on the floor, and Mhalir lies down and tries to sleep. 

If they take off the ring they'll get to spend longer asleep, she thinks vaguely longingly, and then goes back to trying not to think.

Mhalir is miserable enough to be distantly tempted, when he notices that thought, but it's obviously stupid so he doesn't. 

They sleep, and wake, and eat more food and exchange more explanations. 

And eventually Urtho interrupts them. "Leareth? We are here." 

"Stay here, please, I will be right back." 

And in a single motion, Leareth stands up and slices the air open with a Gate-threshold - milky-opaque again, the other side impossible to see - and steps through and it snaps down. The whole process takes less than five seconds.

He's so impressive, Mhalir thinks vaguely. And terrifying. Like Aroden, but - there's awe in it as well, thinking that Ma'ar would grow up into...that... 

Not that the amazement makes it less scary. 

He's been keeping his thoughts tightly to himself, unusually for him, but he leaves that particular one out in the open for Carissa to see. 

Yeah.

Is he...okay? She meant to try to kill him but she didn't mean to, uh, hurt him even if that failed.

Mhalir starts to tell her that he's fine, but that definitely isn't on the path to fixing anything here. 

No. He isn't especially okay. He...doesn't want to make her worry about it right now, though? Especially since he doesn't know what would help. 

...He'll let her move her body again, he decides. There's definitely still some sort of Velgarth compulsion on them, and Urtho is right there - an older, more experienced, more suspicious Urtho - and also Ma'ar, and they don't even know how to damage this...ship, whatever it is, in the first place, and Carissa doesn't stand to gain anything from it anyway now that Leareth is safe elsewhere and already knows how to Gate to Mhalir's people. 

Even following that train of thought through to its conclusion feels like attempting to digest broken glass. But he lets Carissa move.