He doesn't swim naked, so he takes the summon anyway.
"...So either you're calling basically the entire army idiots or you didn't answer my question."
The ship autopilots up. Cam monitors it to keep it out of the smallish amount of orbital fighting going on.
"Is there somewhere out of the way you'd like to be stashed or should I make a bigger ship to hold all of us and bring you to the next planet?"
"I could also bring you to Earth, which seems thoroughly evacuated but doesn't have any humans on it to bother you right now."
"Hush, dear, it'll be fine," says their parent.
"I'm not enthusiastic about going to the filth pit either, but everyone is probably too busy having civil wars to show up and blast it to ruin," says the third alien. "It might be our best option."
"I'm all in favour of the filth pit, personally," says the first alien.
"You're insane and morally degenerate," says the third alien. "But then, who among us isn't?"
"There were people of your species living on Earth for years," says Cam. "As far as I know none of them grew wings or anything. If you want to avoid that you should avoid accomplishing things of personal significance, that's the trigger."
"It's just that, well... who would want to live that close to something that horrifying if they had another option?" says the third alien.
"Plenty of people. Earth's population was small, but they weren't on the verge of collapse or anything," says the first alien. "And they did have evacuation plans in case something went wrong."
"Yes, and look how well that worked out for them," says the third alien.
"I could put you in a space station above Earth if you prefer." Cam docks with the shuttle and opens up the doors.
"Does that mean we're all about to catch it from this filth creature who came out of the maze to destroy civilization?" inquires the third alien.
"Um..." says the first alien.
"I don't actually originate from the maze," Cam remarks. "I did have to come through it to get here but I don't live in it when I'm at home. Do any of you have names, by the way?"
"Well, it is nice to meet you in comparison to most of the other people I have encountered today anyway," says Cam. "Will you need anything in particular to hang out on Earth for a while, or would you rather scavenge from what was left behind in the evacuation than give me a grocery list, or what?"
"I feel like it would be deeply foolish to arm you and it will take more time than I'm willing to spend at this moment to build you any sort of large complex architectural park. If you want a heap of food, and books to pass the time, I can oblige you as long as I know what you want specifically." To Earth.
"Who wants to come up with a list?" says Soto.
They start discussing what food and books they want in particular. It comes out that most of these people are really fond of books. Also, one of Tyastir's favourites is out of print.
"And is that going to stop the all-powerful filth creature?" asks Soto.
"I don't know, is it?" says Tyastir.
"No, I can get you out of print books as long as I have title and author. Also, I have a name too. It's Cam."
"The extent to which you are bothered by the prospect of having wings you can put away and a pocket dimension you don't have to interact with and a resistance to injury is really puzzling to me," Cam remarks. He decelerates towards Earth.
"Stop catastrophizing in front of the children, please," says the parent.
"I'm not catastrophizing!" says Soto.