It's uneventful. Cypress and Ice go to several more restaurants (most of which are pretty, in interesting and unique ways) and return to Prime's home to snuggle and - forget about the events that'll transpire when they get home. Cypress misses Vernaia, he tolerates her being away from him but just gone entirely is - it obviously bothers him. He'd suggest going the way of Prime and spending the next day in sleep, but he can't ask it of his wife. He snuggles her, instead, and they distract each other from the things that are obviously wrong.
Then, completely predictably, Prime wakes up. He checks his mana stores. He gets notes from Cypress and casts the language spell, since it's cheap.
"Ready," he informs, when he has recovered enough from three days of near non-stop sleep to be reasonably awake and functional. He has a spot picked out for the portal, already. He does a bit of writing in his own book of cheat sheets, and then the empty wall by the front door gets - what looks like a painting. Specifically, a painting of the other side of the portal - Pantheon. It looks like a painting, too, not like a photograph. If someone looks closely, they can see what looks to be brush strokes, and little hints of mess here and there.
He touches the portal, murmurs "Pantheon" and then it shifts. To something more - real, lifelike. Like you could step through it to the other side.
"Done. After you?"
"Well, congratulations, Prime, your world has a goddess now. Any pointers on where I should start medically evangelizing?"
"A few, but first - where would you like your portal to go? I won't make it now, but I'll put a marker up for later."
"The terrain is likely to change as Perinixu settles in. Is it a good idea to place it now?"
And off they go! Prime leads Aya and Idania to hospital-like locations. Look! Sick people!
Aya traipses through the hospital and goes around healing them, pausing with each person to inform them where this blessing comes from and notify them that she expects to have a temple set up in the near future if they'd like to leave offerings in return.
Prime gets the staff to leave Aya to do her thing, and then supervises. Several people recognize him, and Aya and Idania's obvious magic is shrugged off. They are with one of the most obviously magical people in the world, of course they have magic, it's perfectly natural.
And then she mysteriously disappears. With the healer.
"Would you like me to leave? People also might not trust you to heal them if I'm not here," he points out, mildly.
"Perhaps you could specify that you don't have anything to do with it? It doesn't seem like they believe me."
He starts specifying that he's got nothing to do with the healing itself. They look at him dubiously. He looks at them with a raised eyebrow. Judging. Daring them to protest.
She gets more believers, after that.
Healing healing healing. Missionary-ing. She tweaks her pitch as she goes; she knew these people weren't familiar with properly effective gods, but exactly where their skepticisms lie is something she has to suss out as she goes.
And then they run out of hospital.
"Well. There are others, if you'd like to go to them," says Prime, helpfully.
There's a mage on the ground, nearby, recognizable as the healer she deemed cute. "Is this what you meant?!" he yells up to her, completely unaware of Aya and Prime's entrance.
"Hell yes!" cackles Idania, and then she goes back to maniacal laughter.
"Wheeeeeeeeee!" says the acolyte in the sky, doing a corkscrew spin.
"Idania's very practiced at flying, I don't expect her to crash - but what magic did you do?"