"We also have a colony on another planet and I have a robot army there!"
Then he looks at the twins. "So uh - I kind of have got no idea what to do with myself, now. Since Aliya's gone and so's Kystle."
"We should make you immortal, and I should put the translation spell on you."
"You get to be young and pretty forever but if someone shanks you you're dead. So, bloodline without the time limit. Or the crazy."
"Oh, the resurrection does the immortality part as part of the same process!" chirps Isabella. "No need to do a separate spell for it. I thought that would have been clear from the verse."
He pulls out the book of cheatsheets, thumbs to the correct page, and then gets to casting the translation spell.
"There, all done!"
"Yup!" says Zeviana in English. "If Ada says it worked, it worked."
"Dooooo you want... like... a nap? A sandwich? I don't actually know what state of hunger and/or tiredness resurrectees may appear in because you are first."
"No, I'm fine, thank you. I could go sit down, though, because - lots to take in."
"Of course. Come in," says Isabella, heading for the door and opening it with the less goose-blood-y of her hands. She gestures at the furniture and goes to burn the geese.
His possum follows. Plop, next to him.
"I'd tell you how I got it but it might be shock-y!" calls Isabella from the firepit.
"I have an artifact that dispenses absolute truth that I interact with via thingamajigs Adarin made me and I asked it where to find a house in the middle of nowhere I could just kind of take!" she says, coming inside to wash her hands.