He heads to Prime's world.
"Hey," he says. "I need you to do something."
"Because it's - it doesn't seem like it's your fault that she died. I didn't manage to save her, either."
"I was there, she was shot over my inadequate binding - uh, Max, if somebody yells at you to dismiss us just nod rapidly and do it, please, you can re-summon us later - and if I'd been a little more paranoid or standing a little closer to hear the conversation there would have been a solid object between her and the gun."
"... Okay, I can do that?"
"I mean, I'm not mad at you, but I can accept your apology if you like."
"Eh. I'll live. Insofar as I am alive."
Adana scoots over and hugs Cam.
"Okay, this is seriously weird without all my limbs, can we go yet?"
"Right, um -" She looks questioningly at her father.
"You've got stuff to do because of the - alternate universe thing. Right?"
Adana nods. "I - um, yeah, you can come with us but it's not safe for us to be here while Zane and I are supposed to be dead. And while we're also daeva with a very breakable summoner."
"Makes sense. I could probably move, some place where you're not - known."
"I can make you a house," says Zane, brightly. "In space."
"That would work, or maybe just the Wyoming wilderness near the portal tree, it looked pretty deserted and if somebody complains Adana can whoosh away the offending structures and me or Zane can rebuild elsewhere?"
"Probably a nice little place underground in Wyoming would be best," says Adana. "If you uh - want to, dad."
"... Sure. I'm kind of - sick of this place anyway."
Hug. "Do you - want us to help clean up, go now, let you do it yourself, or...?"
"I'll clean up. Do you have - comm access, or a communication thingy, or should I learn how to summon you both later? Or all of those things?"
"We have magic communication mirrors - I don't know if we have any spare. We'll have to check with the gaggle waiting on the ship."
"Please tell me that 'gaggle' is not the term that has entered common usage," says Cam. "Anyway, here, have an invisibility scroll made from scratch, see if it works."
"Well, that answers that. Crap. That would have been so great," complains Darren.
"Sorry." Cam produces blank paper.
He gets to writing up the invisibility scrolls! Hurray!
He hugs his kids again. Because they're not dead.
"Adana, when I'm putting my various parts back, any input on their traits as long as I have to remake them anyway?"
"Hmmm... I like the blue, keep the blue. Do you want to try out the feathery wings, or stick with the typical demon type?"