He's not happy, as he sketches out the signs and sigils. He generally isn't, these days.
He ran out of better options with the last of the cows.
He finishes the circle.
And he goes back to the station and docks and comes aboard. "Hullo!"
"They seemed friendly, although that could be because I showed up in a spaceship and stuff. Not obviously magical or anything, basically just a weird-looking countryful of people."
"Oh, he looks way weirder when he isn't wearing heavy coats and stuff to hide it."
"Oh. Yes, I imagine so." He pauses for a moment, then shrugs off his coat.
He's fully clothed underneath, but it's still apparent that his legs bend in a way more characteristic of a T-Rex than a human.
"I wouldn't say 'just', if I wanted to do it I'd have to amputate the legs I already have, but some people in fact do that."
"Peculiar. I suppose I would have been willing to cut off my legs and get normal ones if it would have made the difference between keeping the two of us alive and safe or not, but not for some lesser purpose."
"Oh, I wouldn't do this personally either, I'm just explaining how the sort of person who gets trendy digitigrade legs - often with hooves - is looking at it."
"Daeva get pretty casual about even extreme physical harm because it can't last very long."
"I like it! - uh, you should be aware that under standard circumstances, people who have summoned daeva in their lifetimes become daeva upon their deaths. I don't know if this is a standard-enough circumstance."
"--Oh. Goodness. I don't know if either of us is going to die of natural causes but I should summon someone if I can."
"Still worried about the possibility that the somebody wouldn't be able to go home."
"I said if I can! --I guess it wasn't obvious what I meant by can."