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.
The Professor will wait for an appropriate lull in the conversation, but eventually he asks, "Not that I don't appreciate the advance of medical technology, because I do, but I'm a bit concerned as to whether there are likely to be any direct consequences, negative or otherwise, to one of my students having summoned a demon."
"Well, I can't say for sure, but apart from the obvious presence of said demon it's possible that when she dies she'll become a daeva. I have never heard of anyone turning up in any of the daeva realms claiming to have come from nearly two centuries earlier in a world with mutants, so it's probably never happened that way before, but perhaps this is literally the first time anyone here has managed a summons in the first place."
"No. But it might not take effect at all; like I said, nobody from this world has ever seemed to appear in mine that I know of. And if by some well-kept-secret people here are attached to my set of postmortem options, being a daeva is much better than the alternative."
"Well, if I can be dismissed and resummoned normally other people can also summon me and share it around. Although there's also no way to guarantee that they'd all be the same kind of daeva, and visitation opportunities are few."
"I'm really very sorry about that, but I'm sincerely unaware of a workaround even if we assume everything I know about my world applies here, and I think you understand that I couldn't reasonably warn her in advance."
"I don't object. Although in case I can't come back, do you suppose she'd mind waiting until I have a chance to terraform Mars? I've always wanted to terraform Mars."
"Cool. I will hang out here, chat with Dr. McCoy about medicine and give him more books, and then fly to Mars, if there is no objection."
Cam does exactly that.
He is back from Mars a few weeks later, having violently alarmed astronomers everywhere.
"Hi. Unless Dr. McCoy has more medical questions you can get rid of me now."
Cam hands her a piece of paper. "Summoning instructions. Don't deviate from them. You get rid of me by concentrating for about a minute. I really am sorry about the surprise potential afterlife complication."
She swallows.
"I just really wanted to meet my grandma someday. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this isn't your fault. I don't even--it's not like there was any proof that there's really an afterlife. For all I know you saved me from oblivion and I should be infinitely grateful. I just."
"...If your world is wholesale hooked up to my world's afterlives, your grandma will be in Limbo, and you will be able to send and receive mail wherever you wind up."
Concentrate concentrate concentrate.