Why would Lucy, of all people, consider a pocket to be too small. 

"There is, of course, a last boon, before I get distracted. Other than casting Spell Resistance on all of you." Morgethai is in fact going to start casting spells, through Gallipsiwhoop as well as with her own body.

"Ristomaur. What boon do you desire?"

... "I don't," he says.

Lucy turns to give him a Look. "Tiriac," 

"I have spent my entire life wanting one thing," he said. "I have it. Will you give me a few decades to find something else before you ask me again, Miss Whitman?"

"--Okay, that's fair, also can I hug you about it." 

"If you want," says Tiriac, feeling slightly baffled.

(Morgethai is NOT baffled and thinks this is hilarious but is politely not going to laugh at them. It's not like it would help.)

Hug. 

"I'm just really really glad Sarenrae pointed me at you." 

"You are not alone, Miss Whitman," he says, patting her back somewhat helplessly. He does indeed know this and feels it very strongly.

Once the FEELINGS have subsided to a more bearable degree, she pulls away and turns partway to the archmage. 

"I assume the Golden Cathedral is golden and/or yellowish. Does the Field of Concord have distinguishing features or should I just look for lots and lots of people." 

"That will work!" Also, Morgethai can, with a flick of her fingers, make a map of the city as seen from above, then highlight the Golden Cathedral (big and yellow) and the Field of Concord (city square), and also where they're standing (or, rather, the demiplane's connection to the world outside where they're standing).

(Lucy is very good. He's very sure of this.)

"Thanks, that's very helpful," she says, glancing over the map. "--I feel like I'm forgetting at least several very important things I ought to be taking the opportunity to ask but, uh, if so, I am not having a lot of luck not forgetting them."

"Geb, Asmodeus, Deskari, Baphomet, the Whispering Way, and probably some inevitables are all trying to kill you, the daemons might start, and can I cast a few dozen spells on you to make you harder to kill for the next hour or two?"

"Yes please. --Also who or what are Deskari, Baphomet, and inevitables."

She'll pull some metamagic rods out of a bag and start casting! Very very fast, including spells from Gallipsiwhoop! "Deskari and Baphomet are the demon lords who ran the Worldwound; their domains are desolation and bestial cunning. Inevitables are the Lawful Neutral enforcers of the laws of the universe; they generally object to outsiders from beyond Creation doing things and they'll be happy the Worldwound was closed and very disturbed about everything else you did, assuming it was you who raised everyone who died in the planet in the past two weeks a few hours ago."

"It's not my fault I was in the river of souls."

"While I would not criticize your decision-making, Miss Whitman..."

"Resurrection is a thing here already! Really this was just a matter of scale. It even involved diamonds! Technically. Anyway I think anyone who wants to go after me for the mass resurrection thing should also go after the Whispering Way, considering."

Tiriac doesn't look like he's smiling if you look at his face, but he's smiling.

Morgethai does! "Inevitables are less concerned about 'good' or 'evil' than 'predictable' or 'unpredictable,' and less concerned about one world than Creation. They're very frustrating to work with."

"Well I think I'm pretty good for Creation but unpredictable I'll give them. How many of 'em would it take to be as hard to beat up as Barbatos?"

"They range in strength as devils and angels do, but the strongest are gods older and more powerful than Barbatos, made to keep the universe from destruction rather than to serve any end within it."

"Hhhhow likely are those ones to get sent on a hit."