Cam is dipping a grilled cheese sandwich into a bowl of tomato soup when he feels the summons. He goes ahead and grabs it. Doesn't even drop the sandwich.
"Usually when daeva get summoned, we're confined to our circles until we're dismissed or we complete a task for our summoners. If somebody has a zoo - that's a sort of park with exotic animals for people to look at - and wants to put daeva in it because they are horrible, they can just summon some and then not dismiss them or ever give them tasks. Sometimes daeva get stuck in circles for years, although this is not common, or legal in mortal governance."
She darts off into the house, and returns a minute later with a small round hand mirror, which she gives to Cam.
It furnishes him with the ability to 'return home'. It isn't specific about what exactly that means or where home is.
And then he tries to go home.
"So if I'm very lucky it will occur to someone to see if I've written them a letter, and if I'm not, nothing to be done about it, it seems. What's the other large floating thing?"
"How exciting. Well, since it doesn't seem to matter that the last bed I slept in is in Hell, I think I'll crash. Direct me to a spare bedroom?"
"The room you made the game in has a bed. So do a few others on this floor if you don't like that one."
In the morning, Sable may be found in the room full of crafting stations, wearing her new set of green armour and green crown, still with the branch-and-web wings. The green armour is... very green. She is sitting at the complicated desk and peering at several mirrors similar to the one Cam tried.
"G'morning. Is it in fact morning? If it is morning I should go make my house. Possibly after making you breakfast."
"Any requests? Also, if you already own dishes, using those probably makes more sense than me continuing to make them."
"Because eventually the island would be buried under bowls and plates? But if you have no plates, have some plates." Cam makes two plates of bacon and sunny-side-up eggs and buttered toast and grilled tomatoes. And forks.
"You can stop making them if they start to pile up. And throw them in a pit of lava if you decide you made too many, I guess. Ooh, forks."