"I - how did you - I don't -"

"I'm sorry. I'm from somewhere very far away, where things work differently--my method of resurrection doesn't have a mechanism built in to consult the deceased as to whether they would prefer to return, and our afterlife is different--we only have the one, and it's very, uh, boring. I thought that anyone who hadn't been buried yet also wouldn't have been sorted, but that was my error and I have wronged you by it."

"I - no - I understand - I'm sorry to disturb you -"

And she's inclined to go unhappily back home.

(There are a LOT OF OTHER PEOPLE who want healing or regeneration or resurrection, by the way!)

No more resurrections without a Sending to confirm consent. 

... Okay...

(The price of scrolls of Sending will rapidly rise towards that of Resurrection if not Raise Dead, diamond included).

What about children too young to have an alignment who would otherwise be stuck in the Boneyard?

--Okay yeah! Children she will definitely do! 

(Speak With Dead is also acceptable! Or a scry to show that they're somewhere unpleasant! She just really cares about Not Doing That Again.)

Oh good.

Bey Xerashir, the High Priestess of Sarenrae in Absalom, will come out. (She has very fancy robes, a very fancy headband, white hair, a wrinkled face, and is technically the ruler of an extremely small state in Qadira, which her nephew is managing for her because she is busy doing something much more important.)

"- You need a better headband," she says immediately. "And a Death Ward," she casts it herself, "and a luckstone," she'll pass Lucy hers, "those young men in Lastwall really weren't prepared for this, were they." There's some mild fondness. "They never are."

"I would love a better headband. What do Death Ward and luckstones do." She accepts the luckstone without waiting for an answer. 

"- Is that your preferred type or did they not let you choose? Death Ward makes you resistant to spells that kill you and luckstones make you luckier at everything." She'll keep casting buffs and call over a couple other clerics to do the same. "That ring's shot, you'll need to go to Morgethai or Axis if you want a new one."

"--Oh damn, I just came here from Axis, I should've gotten a new one there. They had plus two for each type and I did get to pick, Wisdom is, uh...the other two seemed like resources and Wisdom seems like, the thing that lets you decide what to do with resources? ...Mine is suffering some from, um, I've had a day."

"Borrow mine," she says, and hands Lucy her +6. "I'll want to borrow yours until you can bring it back, mind," so whatever mid-ranked cleric lending her a +4 has something to wear.

Pause. "How bad?"

"Nine charges off a ring of delayed doom bad! --Actually that part wasn't so terrible, the part where some kind of devil tried to claw my mind to shreds while I tried to put it back together was much worse. Then--uh, I don't know what to call him in human mouth sounds--some guy tried to trap me in Hell and I had to set him on, like, way too much fire. Then I escaped to Axis and sold, um, some diamond, that I had on me, for Axis money, and I did some self-care in the form of buying books and also some things I found on the way to finding someone who could plane shift me back to Golarion. ...Plus, before I got kidnapped to Hell, I got decapitated, and before that I got in a fight with Geb. I have been more scared today than in the past five years put together." 

Hugs?

...Lucy sort of crumples on her and starts crying. 

Hugs.

Lots of hugs.

"You did it," she'll whisper. "There are people you saved. There are a lot of them. And I know you feel like you have to keep doing it forever, because there's more people you can help, but remember that compassion is for yourself as well as for everyone else. Sarenrae sees the same thing when she sees you as when she sees anyone else: A good person in a lot of pain who needs love and help and support, and there's nothing wrong with needing them or with asking for them, nothing at all."

(this is a very common speech to give to Sarenrites who are feeling overworked.)

"I--yeah--I didn't decide to get kidnapped to Hell--I made a friend, when I first got here, and I've been--trying to get back to him, since I got out of Hell--I was sort of lowkey planning to cry on him--I'm not used to this place, back home I'm--the most powerful thing in my--neighborhood--except my father, who's on my side--I'm not used to, people, like Geb and Asmodeus being around, who I can piss off just by doing stuff. ...I think, with the benefit of a higher wisdom boost, that--I was lowkey assuming that--that throwing my weight around like I would have at home, just doing as much good as I could and if anyone had a problem with it then they could take it up with how awesome I am--that that would be more, uh, reassuring to me, than it would cause problems--and I think I was wrong about that. Honestly it's a little embarrassing in retrospect. But, also, all my--long-term projects, to amass the kind of power that would let me challenge the beings more powerful than myself outside my immediate environs--don't really work here, so I don't think I thought of there as being viably anything else I could do. Wow. I definitely have to talk to Felandriel Morgethai, I want higher wisdom wished on sooner rather than later." 

Bey Xerashir murmurs reassuring noises, and then says, "You should get back to your friend," quietly, "and then you and he should go talk to Felandriel Morgethai. Just as soon as you finish your healing here."

(Have a Fox's Cunning from a Sarenrite wizard!)

"We could give him a Sending, if you think it will take you more than ten minutes to get to him."

She wavers, slightly—a Sending could be used to get someone’s consent for a resurrection—but nods.

”Count Ristomaur Tiriac.”

"Message? Twenty-five words or less."

She thinks about this for a moment (the Fox’s Cunning helps).

”Left involuntarily. Be back soon. Pissed off Hell. Delayed Doom exhausted; Hell more stressful than Geb. Avernus empty shortly ago. Axis is neat.”

"Spend one word on your name?" Xerashir gently suggests.

“—Sincerely, Lucy.” She had two words spare, she checked.

Oh good.

Then they can get that sent off.

“Do you have a glass lantern?”

" - Yes, certainly." A junior cleric can go get one while Lucy heals more people. (Most lights are everburning flames, which don't need the glass, but there's price ranges that can afford candles but not spells.)