...Cam conjure-rummages and throws the equations at him.

That'll occupy him.

"What role are you envisioning having in all of this?" asks someone else on the council.

"I don't want to leave the bar until I've found someone sufficiently magical to resurrect some people. So I'm not going to run around doing legwork for you or anything."

"But should we just take it from here or do you want to provide ongoing input -"

"I'd be happy to consult."

They have questions about summoning. So many of them.

He's well-positioned to answer them.

They glance at Aitim occasionally but he's diligently reading through Federation membership rules.

"Lunch?" Cam wonders after a few hours. "Or whatever meal it is for you."

"That sounds great, thank you."

He takes requests. The table gets a bit full but there are more rooms.

They split by caste. The greens are looking at the FTL and the alien cultural and historical stuff and the yellows are looking at summoning books and transcribing things and the blues are poring over the treaties and the organizational charters and debating summoning rollout plans.

And Cam will go over there in a separate room and make himself a slice of pizza and wait for Aitim to slip away.

Takes a while. These are after all kind of important conversations. Eventually he steps outside to go get something from one of the other rooms and on the way back meanders into Cam's room. He can blame it on the time dilation. 

"Hi."

"Hi." He chews dejectedly on his pizza crust. "I hate this story. How long a version do you think you need?"

" - hard to guess without any information about the story. Nelyafinwë Maitimo could explain it to me, if that's easier?"

"He's a lightleaper trip away. I guess I could ask one of the people he sent with me, make Larya do it, she wouldn't have all the details though."

"We know already that a planet was destroyed and fifty million people died but most are resurrectable."

"Fifty-five. Yeah." Cam takes a deep breath. "So, I'm a demon, I got summoned -"

And he outlines the war.

"My god. Okay. I'm sorry people were rude about it, that was deeply inappropriate."

"Really not my focus here."

"Right, so someone else had better stay on top of it."

"...I don't really follow."

"There are a lot of aliens and a lot going on we're not informed about and a lot of very high stakes and we are absolutely accountable for knowing the difference between the casualty-minimizing path to end a war and random mass violence. And accountable for not blurring the lines between those because it's convenient if you feel bad. So if you object to defending yourself, fine, I will still expect my people to behave like there's a difference because it's an important difference."