Vin can finish it. He's so excited to maybe get to be indestructible. 

There appears a woman of Cam's species! She's dark-skinned and red-winged and looks very excited. "H-hi everyone!"

Vin squeaks and jumps a bit when she appears but then waves and goes back to his seat.

"Welcome to Haven City," says Ashelin. "I hear you're interested in adopting a child here."

"Yes! Yes I am - the letter said you needed to try to send me back -"

"Yeah, if you can just concentrate on sending her home for a minute I can give you another circle and you can redo it and she can go pick out a baby - are they mostly babies or are there a lot of older kids, that'll be an important screening criterion -"

"The ministry won't have anyone younger than four."

"The Underground does but not many," says Samos.

Vin concentrates on sending Mrindeh home.

Mrindeh disappears after one minute of this. "Huzzah," Cam says. "If I could get a rough list of age distribution available then Wistful will probably be able to sort out the rest." He puts down a new Mrindeh circle. "I think she should get a baby though, for agreeing to be our guinea pig."

"Let me just call someone about that," says Ashelin.

Samos, on the other hand, can give him the numbers of children of each age with the Underground. Their youngest is about a year old. (He omits the Heir but without having the four-year-olds all in one room to count them it's not obvious he's doing that.)

Cam takes notes. "Do I want to know what happened to all the younger babies," he says, not really inflecting it into a question.

"I know for a fact that at least one of them found a loving home."

"Good for that one baby." He gestures toward the new circle, waiting to be completed.

Vin completes the new circle too. (Meanwhile Ashelin takes notes on age distribution and titles her notes something sensible for Cam to conjure later.)

Mrindeh appears immediately.

"They don't have tiny infants but they've got, like, one year olds, is that good?" Cam tells her.

"Mm-hm," says Mrindeh.

"I can introduce you after the meeting," says Samos.

"Do you expect you'll want to pick up any other jobs while you're here?" asks Ashelin.

"I can make things," says Mrindeh. "I don't have any real specialist skills..."

"That'll be plenty on its own, there are shortages of most things around here." And turning to Cam: "But you said fairies are less dangerous and better for the other job we were talking about?"

"A fairy can still absolutely kill you or destroy the entire city, to be clear, they just can't trivially wreck a planet. You need bindings and to be on decent terms with the fairy for this to work out well. But, yes, fairies sitting up in a crow's nest over a prison scanning for escapees are standard, they can pick 'em up and put 'em back."

"That sounds like an improvement. - I don't think you ever told us exactly what kinds of daeva there are and what their powers are?"

"Demons make things, angels change things, fairies move things."

"Taxi service. No eco necessary, we can repurpose an old zoomer or several, they don't even have to be flightworthy anymore."

"How about medicine?" Vin asks.

"How about a - book about daeva and how other people have hired them for infrastructure, and we can adjourn the meeting and talk more when everyone's had time to go over it?"

"I can machine translate such a book but machine translation is... bad," says Cam. "Mostly you want angels for medicine though I am a trained medical demon, but they're not trained on your species and neither am I."

"Hm. Would any angels like to adopt children and go to medical school?"

"Almost certainly. They will be harder to find, though, since we can't write letters directly to them - or fairies - just summon couriers."

"Then let's summon couriers and have them start putting together lists for us."

"Sure, I'll dig up some names for you." Rummage rummage.

"Um, do I get to adopt the baby now or should I just - wait somewhere," says Mrindeh.

"I'll take you there - we'll talk about the prison later, shall we," he adds to Cam as he gets up.