"We also have a colony on another planet and I have a robot army there!"

"...sorry, should I try to slow it down?"

"... Probably a bit, thank you, though."

"Okay."

"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."

".... That was Adarin's wife, too, wasn't it."

Adarin grins. "She's very smart."

"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."

"Thank you?" says Veron. "Are you sure it worked?"

"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.

"I'm extremely fond of it!"

"I'd tell you how I got it but it might be shock-y!" calls Isabella from the firepit.

"Well now I'm curious. How'd you get it?"

"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.

"Absolute truth. Uh. Okay."