In Godspring, there appears a winged girl.
"That's how I discovered it works on writing, too. You'll erase the writing if you're holding it when you try, if it works."
So he concentrates on the phrases of Martian Portuguese and wants a light breeze and sings them.
"Breeze. It might just mean I'm not singing right, I will probably want to get a better singer to try before we conclude it doesn't work."
"I don't actually know your language so I can't tell if you worded it badly or something. It's not about how prettily you sing."
"We can do a few more trials later. Are there other things your world needs? Besides the fix to aging?"
"The other world had lots of neat things but I didn't understand most of them well enough to know if they'd be useful to us."
"I wanted writing to relearn things I burned but then it turned out writing burns too and then I went for broke."
"We have people stationed in Godspring, they'd have been able to help out with some of these problems."
"They would've thought I was an angel and wouldn't have let me summon anyone and the people I talked to didn't think much of their willingness to handle irregularities."
"All right. Well, if you'd like or if other people here would like lessons in how to develop the kinds of things they had on Godspring, we can offer those."
"I think we might be able to learn your language and we can certainly write in it -" he gestures at the sign.