"Back home - I cannot begin to speak to here - there is an afterlife. Most dead people wind up in Limbo, which is disappointing but not too awful. Dead summoners become daeva instead."

"...I see," says Miles. "I'm not immensely eager to test this, but I suppose it's good to know."

"It's a much better deal than being a Limboite, but I don't know what you were in for absent potential intervention from my afterlife system. If it weren't for daeva running around everywhere in my world I couldn't come up with a reason to expect an afterlife at all, and - there are not daeva running around everywhere here. Or, more tellingly, there are not people from Barrayar running around in Limbo."

"You've read the latest Limbo census, have you?"

"They don't quite take a census. But I have pen pals."

"Right. And there's no one from Barrayar, or - Beta Colony, Illyrica, Tau Ceti, Marilac, Jackson's Whole, Cetaganda, et cetera - running around in Limbo. And I suppose it's reasonable to assume that if we all went there, you would've run into a few by now. So. My universe is just as much of a theological question mark as it was this morning."

"Quite, except now there's a possibility you'll be hijacked by what is at least a known quantity."

"Right, which is either reassuring or the opposite, depending on the outcome of that question mark."

"Yeah. If you're curious, I'd peg you for an angel if you're headed for daevahood."

"And you can tell this how?"

"Well, I can't claim to be particularly accurate, lacking many opportunities to check my guesses, but my guesses are based on personality-related sympathy to the magic type, and from you I'm getting a 'change the thing that is there' rather than a 'move it around' or a 'start with an entirely new thing' attitudinal vibe."

"Hm," says Miles. "Possibly accurate."

"No way to check that doesn't have its drawbacks, of course. And I could be wrong about how the assignment works."

"Yes. I'm not keen on dying, dubious potential for immortality or no."

"I cannot claim to recommend it."

"...Oh...?"

"Oh, I'm a dead summoner myself. Bullet to the head, I was twenty-two, not fun - being a demon's great and all but I didn't manage to get in touch with my parents again before they died too, and it's hell on career aspirations, wouldn't you know it. So to speak."

"Ouch," says Miles. "Condolences, if that's even the word."

"I'll take 'em."

"Oh good. Would've been awkward otherwise."

It turns out that lunch with Gregor is indeed scheduled for the next day, which Cam will find out if he deigns to interact with any members of the household after he wakes up.

And lo, Cam turns up for lunch. Lunch he doesn't make! That will be exciting.

Miles turns up for lunch too.