After catching up on business - and allowing time to recover mana, again - and getting their Marlatian alts a laptop each, and putting a router and chargers within easy reach of the portal on their side, which is also on a sheet of wood but is kept in their basement propped up against a wall -
Isabella snuggles up to her husband and suggests searching the planes for more of themselves.
"Ha. I don't mind if you want to, but maybe check with Perinixu first, since as far as I know she cannot actually do that."
"Pretty sure she will be cool with it, as long as you say it's because you're the most holy of her followers or something. That way people want to worship her some more."
"Exactly. Free publicity. Put a dent in whatever nasty is letting their acolytes take my bike from the magic bar."
Nod. "And then we fly over and get the bike back to its original owner! That is your bike from the magic bar, you braved a magic for it."
"Shhhh, the people hearing the stories don't know that. Creative license, you are a brave person summoned by your god for your devotion and bravery in order to help the sick and the downtrodden."
"I'll save my creative license for crediting Perinixu with my survival versus what is probably a plague acolyte."
"Awww. But it's been a while, you can make up a whole mythology and get worshipped! Maybe get a sweet name, like the 'World Walker' or something," teases Idania.
"I think the fact that I would be unable to function like a conventional local deity would give me away."
She is, of course, in no way serious.
Isabella is scanning the terrain below them to see when it turns into something more Perinixuish.
"Yeah, definitely. I even get someone to base it off of, he," Idania points at Adarin, "is married to the other you. So they would be believable hot guys, too!"
"Oh look," says Adarin, for absolutely no reason in particular. "Is that Perinixu's domain?"
Yes. Yes it is. Hills and rivers and springs everywhere, with trees and bushes present but not enough spaced close enough together to call a forest. The borders have changed, but the place itself is recognizable.
"Thank you. Is it all right with you if I imply to what are probably followers of a plague god that I am back and young again and therefore able to retrieve my hoverbike because of you?"