He doesn't swim naked, so he takes the summon anyway.
"Not that we've seen. But if they were preparing another assault from the portal, we wouldn't be likely to hear about it until it arrived."
"Yeah. I'll go check it out. ...First though, you, whichever one you are, try dismissing and resummoning me, there's the circle for you to finish," he makes a new one, "I assume he tried but maybe there's some specific reason it didn't work, the wings or something."
"Okay. So if your brother doesn't make it back please hold off on the suicide, I'm going to feel very awkward about that later when I'm not in such a desperate hurry to singlehandedly fend off an alien invasion, where the fuck are we." He looks around.
"You went from the edge. I think it would be faster to leave through a chasm," says Inlaith. "I could show you the way. Faster than stopping for directions."
Inlaith ignores this brotherly advice. He glows brightly and sprouts wings, black-feathered with a silvery sheen, still making for the nearest exit with all speed.
"What the - couldn't you have just not? For all we know that's why your brother couldn't dismiss me!"
"Getting one's wings is not traditionally a voluntary action," he says. "As well ask me not to think of a blue giant bat. Ashras was upset when he saw it coming, that's all."
"Anyway, Elarron's right there," he says, pointing at a couple of distant flying figures that might plausibly be Elarron and Azair.
"Oh good. ...Portal to a daeva realm, that'll be fun." His companion has wings now so Cam just glides to the ground and makes a shuttle that's all done by the time he lands near it. "Hop in."