"Some would require more context than you have now, but for example: one of our strongest powered healers is already based there.  Her healing has very different strengths and weaknesses than yours, and we hope you'll both be able to learn from and support each other."

"Oh, that is exciting, I'd be happy to meet her." No telling whether any given person will be cleric material without meeting them, or whether she'll be able to learn any of what they do, but if nothing else they can be a single destination for people who need healing and divide up according to their strengths.

Armsmaster nods crisply.  "Is there anything else you need to do before we depart?".  This is just a formality; it's not like she brought luggage.

Actually, if she's going to be in another city before her next spell prep, there is something. "If I can stay on this planet, I might be able to Raise some of the people who died today. The catch is that it requires intact remains and a diamond this big." She holds up two fingers at a distance indicating a smallish diamond of the type one might find as the centerpiece of a simple, tasteful engagement ring. "If those are available here, I should either stay here or be prepared to come back here or someone should determine the priority Raise Dead targets and I should bring them with me. I didn't want to mention it until I could be sure it wasn't false hope."

She can what.

"Diamond. Pure carbon in a tetrahedral lattice?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know what that means. They're stones, they can be white or clearish or yellow or brown? Kinda sparkly?" Would she know one if she saw one? Probably? She hasn't seen every kind of rock, there could be ones that look almost exactly like diamonds but aren't. "I think I would know one if I saw one."

His first thought is, obviously she can't do that, and if she could she wouldn't need a diamond, this is the point where the ruse breaks down somehow. But that thought doesn't go anywhere; all he can do is be alert, and test her claim as quickly as possible.

"Hold the Brockton Bay teleport," he says into his helmet.  A beat to switch channels, then: "Sergeant, I need your squad to locate a jewelry store. Purchase diamond jewelry in a variety of sizes. Start with engagement rings and work your way up. Use mine, I'm at Field Hospital B. Highest priority. Endbringer cleanup. Hand that off or get back to it later, this is more important. That's classified. Keep the receipts, we'll probably want to return some. Good."

After that, it's not long at all until a group of PRT soldiers is trying to hand Armsmaster a big bag full of elegantly presented jewelry. It was a real pain in the neck to obtain, and settling up with the owner later is going to be tricky, but they were acting under documented orders so everything's fine. Still, it's probably best to leave Armsmaster holding the bag, so to speak.

Armsmaster doesn't want it. "They're for her," he says, pointing to Samora. "Do any of those look right?"

He's still on high alert, but he doesn't know for what. This can't possibly be a scheme to steal diamonds. If you had Samora's powers you could just earn them, fairly and openly. If it's a scheme, it's something weirder. If it's not...?

That's almost enough time for Samora to finish boggling about what Armsmaster said on the radio! And when they get here she's right back to boggling!

"These look right but I can't prep Raise Dead until tomorrow, and why are they cut up? You just wear them as jewelry? People who aren't kings or archmages wear diamond jewelry?" 

Okay, getting it together. "This one and the, secondary ones, on this piece are too small, this one is borderline, these ones are good for sure, these ones can be used for spells I'm not strong enough to cast so it would be inefficient to use them for a Raise Dead. But we might be bottlenecked on spell slots, praise be to Abadar. I can do three a day, maximum age of the remains is eleven days but there's a second circle spell that makes the sand stop falling on that and I can cast seven of those a day."

Ah, she meant that some of the people who died today could be raised later, not that she could do the raising today.  Did she make that ambiguous on purpose? Armsmaster needs to find the time to actually build that lie-detector software he's been daydreaming about; it would solve so many of his problems. But right now he's unprepared, so he continues to feel intensely suspicious without any clear target for his suspicions.  Distracted, he replies "Married women frequently wear diamond rings.  It's common in other jewelry as well. The cut improves the look, I believe." He catches himself trying to remember if he's ever seen an uncut diamond -- maybe at a science museum? Inane.

What should he be doing, or asking, if this is real? It's a hard thought to hold on to, but one thing suggests itself right away: "Thank you, Sergeant, dismissed."

He'll watch the squad leave, trying to think. After a moment he manages, "We can arrange to have you returned to the bodies tomorrow. How intact do they have to be?"

"If someone is missing a hand or a foot or something they come back still missing it. If their head's off it's no good. Burned or full of holes is fine."

Armsmaster nods jerkily, and turns toward the teleport zone. "Well. We'll see what happens tomorrow. In the meantime, if you'd please step into the painted circle..."

Meanwhile, at Cauldron HQ

It's a small gathering tonight: just Doctor Mother, Alexandria, the Number Man, and Contessa. Eidolon is busy in ways he can't shake without suspicion, and this conversation might involve topics they don't want to discuss in front of Legend. They all have Alexandria's report, and Dragon's, and Armsmaster's, and haven't yet gotten over them.

Doctor Mother is skeptical. She's been running a world-saving secret society for a long, long time, and, yes, she always knew that she'd need some kind of unlikely-looking longshot in order to actually win. Even so, this is strange. Real, general resurrection is not a power anyone has ever shown before. The closest she knows of are unsatisfying cases like the Butcher or Glaistig Uaine, and discrete power limits ("three times per day"!) are just as rare. And the Entities are supposed to have influenced every alternate Earth, in greater or lesser ways. For things to be different in Samora's home...it doesn't fit what she's seen of the multiverse.

The Number Man is running projections in his head. Suppose a given Good cleric can heal K injuries per day, bounded by availability, movement, and resource constraints. If Good clerics are made at a linear rate, or a sigmoid with various parameters, what impact should we expect on social tension as predicted by my existing models? The effect isn't strictly positive, since criminals will also have access. The effect of Evil clerics can likewise...

He hasn't made up his mind about Samora yet; he just hates having arguments about things before he knows whether they'll matter.

And Contessa will Do Something About It when someone tells her what, specifically, they want done.

It is, as ever, Doctor Mother's job to direct the conversation. "There are two questions I want to settle tonight. First of all: what do we think is really going on? What else can we do to learn about this situation, ideally without trusting Samora herself? Most likely she isn't trying to deceive us," a little acknowledging smile for Alexandria, "but she may be deceived."

Alexandria shrugs. "Most simply, we can wait until tomorrow. If she's telling the truth, and she has to leave, we can stop thinking about it. If she can't raise the dead after all, or there's some drawback that makes her power effectively unusable, then we can stop trying to model it." She nods to the Number Man.

"Assume she stays, then, and claims that she can't or shouldn't return to her own dimension." He hasn't decided how to model the resurrections yet. ...if we assume for simplicity that the value of non-powered resurrections at such a low rate rounds to zero...

"Contessa, do you see a path to opening negotiations with Heaven directly, or to induce clerics without Samora's direct involvement?"

Contessa looks; she barely distinguishes between herself and her power, anymore.

Path to make contact with Samora's alleged goddess.

None found

Path to visit the Heaven she spoke of.

None found

Path to get Samora to open a way to Heaven.

None found

Path to visit Golarion.

None found

Path to get Samora to send someone to Golarion.

None found

Path to create another cleric.

None found

Path to remove Samora's powers.

None found

"It's blocked," she hears herself say. "No paths to anything like that."

Almost everyone is pathable, except the Endbringers and Scion, so probably that means the divine elements aren't real. But just in case: "Can you path anything to do with her at all?"

Path to feed Samora a delicious muffin.

Six steps

Path to kill Samora.

Nineteen steps. That sure was a lot of plastic explosive!

Path to kill Samora without collateral damage.

Forty-four steps. She does know how to use that sword, and "sneaking up on her while she's asleep" doesn't seem to be an option, for whatever reason.

Path to kill Samora while she's asleep.

None found

Path to kill Samora while she's unconscious.

Forty-eight steps. She's not too Brute for tinkertech tranquilizers, but it takes a little while.

Whatever. Path to get Samora to cast the spell that reaches the other world.

None found

Path to get Samora to cast a spell.

Twelve steps. Here's what Blade Barrier looks like!

Path to get Samora to cast Holy Smite.

None found

Path to get Samora to cast Raise Dead.

None found

Path to speak with someone Samora has resurrected.

None found

Contessa looks tense, at least if you've spent twenty-plus years working with her. "She's not unpathable. I can kill her. But I can't read anything to do with her goddess or the other world, and only a little to do with her powers. Nothing at all with Raise Dead."