Someone comes up to them. "The human accepts an invitation to be slowed back down and an invitation to talk with him first."

"Oh good! Bring her in."

Tailswish.

They found clothes for her; odd shimmery obviously magical fairy clothes. She looks anxious. The faeries step out of her way. 

"You wanted to talk to me?"

"I'm gonna make them a bunch of food and have them send you off, if that's okay with you."

"Oh. Uh, yes. I think so. I guess if it's worse I can always come back."

"I guess! I have been explaining to this faery here how to be not so evil and he seems not to be one of the stupid ones, so that seems like a more viable plan than it would otherwise. That dress is very fancy but possibly not the kind of fancy dress you had in mind?" He turns to Not Stupid Faery and says, "Do you have anyone handy who can read what I'm hoping is local writing?"

"I'm literate in our language but not the mortal one. Get my father's son," he tells one of the nearby faeries, and they scurry off.

Cam makes a copy of his circle. "This will hopefully tell me whether I can do better than the pills I mentioned," he tells the human.

"What do you need."

"I need you to read the mortal language."

"There's an impediment to that."

Sigh.

"I can read your language but I only have guesses about how it's spoken," he says to the human. "I want you to teach me. Then I'll be better-equipped to translate this."

The human looks like she has not the slightest idea how to navigate this.

"The thing I actually need is to know what it means," Cam says.

"I really really want to know how the mortal language is spoken. I've wanted this for thousands of years. And there is a mortal right here who speaks it and you could send her home in three days and at that point I'll gladly help you."

Sigh. "Are you picky about it being this mortal language?"

"Well this one would have a lot of advantages if we meet any mortals but I guess other ones would also be interesting?"

"I know lots of mortal languages."

Sigh. "Okay."

He looks at the binding.

"It says that the demon shall not, except in the context of a negotiated deal, make a weapon, a poison, a fire, anything that touches a person or intersects a person or an object, or anything smaller than an ant or bigger than a dog. It says the demon cannot move except to remain within ten feet of the summoner. It says the demon cannot make something harmful to a nearby person. It describes how deals work."

"- okay. I think that probably does actually let me perform surgery but not to create surgical instruments. Awkward. Also I don't have my reference materials and have not practiced actually performing surgery by hand. Also that part about not moving is real inconvenient."

"What surgery is this?"

"She would like to go back without getting pregnant. Do you think you can keep the pills safe?" Cam asks her.

"Probably for a while. Probably not for ...ten years? Fifteen?"

"How old are you?"