"I would, and if I have an award for grammatical speaking I think I'd want to display it to the world!"

"You're adorable."

He giggles. "You're beautiful."

"Thank you."

"Anytime! Except at six in the morning, when I am sleepy and vulnerable!"

"You've called me beautiful when you were groggy too, before."

"Yeeees, groggy-me gets an award! Awards for me, all around!"

"Do you want to go reassure Zeviana that you're properly alive at some point?"

Isabella goes with him, holding his arm helpfully.

Good, because he kind of needs that for support.

Isabella yields him up to this treatment.

"Pfff," says Zeviana. "Of course you are." She ends the hug and gives him a little affectionate push on the shoulder. "Isabella resurrected you."

"We should probably retrieve your wedding ring, but your armored clothes are still stuffed in my portal bag waiting for laundry day," says Isabella. "And then - whatever you want to do with - it."

"... Burn it, probably. Easiest."

Isabella nods. "Do you want me to do it?"

"Okay. ...Are you full up on mana? That's not how you died, the first time I mean, though the second time either."

"I have - the same amount I had when I died. So, not very much. That's interesting."

"At least this means we will never find ourselves in a situation where you have to die and be resurrected repeatedly to generate mana in some kind of mana emergency. I mean, having the option would be strictly useful, but at this moment I'm pretty happy with that just never coming up."

"Agreed. Let's not play the dying game."

Isabella reclaims her Adarin for snuggling. "Mm-hm."