Temple doesn't reply... he is actually having trouble breathing.

Nick... Attempts a somewhat awkward reassuring pat on the shoulder.

Temple stays several minutes like this trying to control his breath...

...then he passes out.

This is alarming.

Nick doesn't have medical supplies. He doesn't know how to identify medical supplies. He checks whether Temple is breathing, preparing to bolt with him to the nearest populated area if the answer is 'no'.

Temple is breathing. They are at the edge of a small village, but no building looks like a hospital or even anything particularly official. At distance he can see people and movement, and if he squints there are a couple more settlements, one of which looks bigger than this one.

Well.

He moves Temple onto a comfortable-seeming piece of furniture, gets his computer back out, and glances nervously at temple every couple of minutes.

Temple wakes up, his eyes are still glowing. He sits but doesn't say anything.

"I don't know how or if I can help you, Temple."

"We have that in common!" Temple says suddenly raising his hands in the air. "Fuck! This could mean that I can't practice magic anymore! I would need to become a tutor or maybe a truck driver in my dad's shipping company! Twenty five years of studying magic down the drain!"

"...I'll give you some of my advanced technology, make up for the loss? Or, you seem responsible so far, I might teach you the rest of summoning. With plenty of safety precautions."

"Thank you. I mean, really. But it might not be necessary." Temple says not sounding particularly hopeful. "I mean, I don't know if it is necessary and... This kind of thing is completely unprecedented." He rubs his forehead. "I'm going to call one of my brothers to finish the plants for you, if that is okay."

Temple thinks, eyes still glowing.

"Is there a way to summon for... research purposes? I just need the daeva to sit there for a time while I stare at them."

"Most fairies will probably be willing to just sit there being magically stared at just as easily as if you want an actual job done. Changers and maker are harder to pay even if you just want a look at them, but music or books or something will do. Makers can get everything a person ever wrote from their name, though, so only pay them one name at a time. Changers will need the actual media physically present. Or did I already explain this? I forgot."

"You called them Angels and Demons, and I honestly don't remember if you mentioned payment at all." Temple says like a deflated ballon.

"Well, that's the classical way to call them, makers and changers is more descriptive. Makers are demons. Anyway. The first of those fairies is going to come back looking for their food soon, should I help you fetch it?"

"Do you mind fetch it yourself. I should call my brother now and set things up."

"Alright, where or from whom should I fetch it from and how will I explain myself?"

Temple directs him to his own pantry and then walks off to make the call in quiet tones.

Nick consults the list of fairies' food requests and arranges items.

He does have to bother Temple to get him to unsummon the first fairy to return.

Temple cooperates quietly, and not being very responsive, his eyes are still glowing.

"You could turn the sight thing off, if it unnerves you. Or are you too nervous to try it?"

"I'm too nervous to try it again and it is going to be necessary."