"Wake up wake up wake up!"
"We're helping the refugees, carefully, because mages are prickly, but... Yeah, no. It's - there's not going to be anything left."
"Eh. I vote we wait a hundred years or so, then go in spells blazing, beat the fuck out of the bastards, resurrect everyone we can find the names of, and then throw a huge party."
"Anecdotally, several clans of witches have gone ahead and started earlier and larger batches of children than they otherwise might have since I figured out the immortalization and they can expect to keep their sons, which means more daughters too, which means more witches to help with mass-production! Being able to resurrect too will only help."
"Hey," she says, realizing something else. "Can you resurrect Luzia's son? And her husband, pretty sure she misses her husband, too."
"Luzia can resurrect them, she's in my clan and will have the spell presently," Isabella points out. "And that would probably be less confusing for them. I cannot, of course, guarantee that you will get along with your girlfriend's husband when there is no prior arrangement of polyamory."
"Okay. Then she's probably going to. As to what happens after, I dunno. There could be fallout with dead husband, I guess. Dunno what I'd do then. I'll figure it out when I get there. I just figured I should ask, because - girlfriend. She misses them, I'm pretty sure."
"It's well-thought-of. Just wanted to be clear that there might be a displeasing surprise involved."
Veron is amused with this, but happy that his kids are so obviously happy. Strange new plane, weird funky magic, resurrection, talking possums - worth it, if they get to be happy.
Vernaia switches between snuggling Xahare and Path, obviously ecstatic. She helps a bit with Being A Daemon 101, but mostly she is going to snuggle.
Lecasryn is a bit more sedate about the entire affair, but she perches near Xahare and occasionally gives brief nuzzles.
"So, I know Zeviana is not really in a position to offer you a guest room; it would at best be a guest camping site," Isabella says to Veron, "but Adarin lives here with me, and if you would prefer that to a hotel, you can stay here while we find you a nice place on Earth, or you could go live on the colony world, or whatever you want to do."
He looks at Adarin, smirking. Yeah. His son's getting laid.