Isabella and Adarin decide the better option is to go with her hammock. It involves Isabella almost entirely on top of her husband, but neither of them mind. Snuggles are recommended after death and subsequent resurrection, and trauma from same. Adarin's still a bit shivery and occasionally uncoordinated post-magic loss, but he can hold his wife just fine. Snuggles are provided for both parties, and eventually they both fall asleep, suspended in the air by cloud-pine.
"In summary? How well you work with him, how he feels about your actions and opinions in general, how effectively you are helpful to the world, and, of course, how he feels about you." Pause. "Forty-three point eight is an extremely high number in the scale we're using. If you hadn't guessed."
"Not to worry," drawls the third wheel, "I will not be joining you, I have some work to do before I am put to sleep."
Off he goes to do - stuff. And things.
He looks embarrassed. "This next one's a bit weird to explain because there are lots and lots of numbers that lead to its sum and it's also kind of emotional rather than entirely logical, but - seven point four. Because we're married and there are various reasons for why that has occurred. I don't even know how I'd begin to explain that one, it would take some time. And then, you got an added one point four because you resurrected me and I dislike being dead."
"How do you come by these values?" asks Isabella, who has written them all down. "Why is having magic three point one instead of, say, three, or six, or something?"
"Comparison of - how important things are in my head in relation to other things. If you're curious, the measuring point here is the token point for being alive and sentient. Because I had to pick something to measure this all by."