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The Earthlings native and adopted stay in Marlatia, hiding uneventfully in the guest room, for several days. Isabella immortalizes king and queen both when they sneak her to a sufficiently large, empty, and unoccupied room to do it in. When Adarin has enough mana he makes mirror pairs for each of their majesties to contact their counterpart - Isabella's portal bag is kind of accumulating mirrors at this point. And when he has more mana still, Iobel finds a slightly-bigger-than-door-sized plank and a set of hinges and some screws and combines all these objects on the ceiling of a lockable room on the first floor but out of the way, currently serving as storage for a lot of broken musical instruments that someone once probably identified as probably repairable. This plank gets a portal on it, and the Earthlings go home.
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.
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"Stray me! I hope she's still alive so we can talk to her without using up supplies. Is it only me who sounds familiar or does Adarin too, by any chance...?"
"He does not. It is only you," says the god. Pause. "... It had not occurred to me, she might be dead. I don't know how long it's been, how long do mortals live?"
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"Mortals in my world top out with the very occasional hundred and twenty or so, most die decades earlier."
"... Oh. It has been longer than fifty years. That much I know."
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"Well, looks like I'm going to use my spare resurrection supplies."
"Resurrection supplies? You can bring back the dead?"
The god sounds - vaguely excited, especially in comparison to the emotionless, level, and informative tone he'd adopted before.
The god sounds - vaguely excited, especially in comparison to the emotionless, level, and informative tone he'd adopted before.
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"Yes. Not in large numbers, it's tedious and requires resources for each one, but I can do it."
"Then there is someone I would like you to bring back. I will give you all of my blessings if you do."
"Reflexes, protection from the desert's casual troubles - hot sand, sunburns, that sort of thing. The ability to go without water for days. Increased endurance, improved flexibility. And the winds will always go where you need them to, never off-balance you, always be at your back when you need them."
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"Can Adarin have a set too? He's the one who brought us here."
"... He may," agrees the god, somewhat grudgingly.
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"I would like to resurrect Ayabel first. Did she know the person you want?"
"They were friends. You do not have to bring her back immediately, but I will not bless the two of you until you do."
The god nods. "It is only fair."
He lands. "What do you need to resurrect the dead?"
He lands. "What do you need to resurrect the dead?"
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She lands too, presuming that this is the border. "Fine ash, assorted herbs, two medium-sized birds to kill at key moments, and reasonably flat undisturbed space to work."
"I am unaware of what herbs you require and do not think I could easily gather them." He motions to the desert. "The birds, space, and possibly ash I could acquire for you, though the ash I would need time."
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"I have ash and herbs. I can even call my own birds, as long as there are birds around."
"There are. I will show you a space to work."
He takes to the skies, and flies to a place that is reasonably flat.
He takes to the skies, and flies to a place that is reasonably flat.
"There is no point now, if your Ayabel is dead. You may, if you like?"
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"I need a full name to do it, so if you're not sure if she had any more names besides 'Ayabel' it would be good to check with someone who'd know for sure."
"... Very well," he says, vaguely disappointed. "Do you have a vial?"