Isabella sits down hard on the ground surrounded by goose blood and ashes and looks supremely pleased with herself.
"Thought you weren't supposed to call me that...?" says a confused Veron, surprised but hugging back. "How did I get here? Why are there hugs?"
"You did it you lovely woman," he breathes, laughing.
"I did I did I did," she trills, "I'm amaaaaazing."
He puts her down, looking at her affectionately, and then gets to explaining to his dad what is going on.
"Dad, so, um - this is my wife, Isabella, she can resurrect the dead as of this afternoon. You are the first person she has brought back."
"It's been - five years? Six? Fuck it, years are so hard to measure ever since we moved here, I'm so confused - a while! It's been a while!"
"... Talking possum," mutters Veron. "Adarin's married, we are somewhere weird. I think I'm very confused, too, talking possum."
"Hello!" Path says to the possum.
"I think that was supposed to help with the confusion but I am just more confused," says Veron.
Adarin gently explains what has happened while Veron is dead. He includes an explanation of planar travel, daemons, Isabella, witches, and a brief history lesson.
"Okay," his father replies, stunned. "I - will... digest that. All of that."
"I'm sorry for the culture shock," Isabella says. "There wasn't any reasonable way to do this someplace more familiar."
"Right. Okay. And you are married now." Pause. He smiles a bit. "You look happy."
"You should name your daemon," says Adarin. "It's a bit of a shock to get one, but I like having daemons."