"Um, well," says Sirofael, "if you say so..." and she asks someone who asks someone who asks someone who goes to wake up their Bonded who is sleeping nearby and has writing materials and the ability to use them.

Sirofael patiently holds the door open while someone's Bonded listens to the crowd of dragons name their dead Bondmates and argue worriedly over what will happen to the ones who have multiple of those.

Milan observes these proceedings and fake-elven-whispers to Kithabel, "Not that I object to resurrecting a bunch more people, but most of these dead Bondmates are going to have dead friends or family members, who will go on to have dead friends or family members of their own, and I would have preferred to rest on the mysterious-workings-of-my-magic excuse rather than explain to these people that I have to cut them off at a few thousand total unless someone gives me a tour of the country and a solid proposal for how they're going to integrate the sudden population boom."

Meanwhile outside the door:

"No one whose Bondmate went to the Dark is getting them back," says a crimson dragon with a golden tinge.

"Saravasse, you're biased," says a different dragon who happened to be nearby.

"Mine came back from the Dark before he died and I'm still not asking for him," says, apparently, Saravasse. "We're not risking it."

"But she loved me!" says a bereft resurrectee.

"She was your Bonded, that's what Bonded do," sighs Saravasse. "Love does not prevent stupid decisions, unfortunately."