[Honestly, he hadn't expected anyone to come and save him - he'd been sure that this would be his end, but he'd still tried out of sheer panic, and was amazed when the summoning circle flared to life under him, even though he hadn't drawn one - his innate magical energy was enough to draw one on it's own, with that dandelion as the catalyst.

So when his new servant appears - and flings up vines without even a word, something he knew that should be impossible - he stares without a word, eyes wide until his new - servant? - speaks.

His mouth feels so very dry, and as he goes to speak, he coughs first before managing to get the words out.]

I-I guess...so.

[This has to be too good to be true, but he can faintly feel his pursuer - Lancer - back off and leave, apparently having been summoned to their master's side.]

I, uh - Who...What-

[A sharp sting on his chest suddenly draws his attention, and he pulls the neck of his shirt down to see his new command seals - a bright red, with lines traveling up on his shoulders, a fancy ring around a solid circle.

Ah. He'd heard that magus talk about this too - he really was in this war now, wasn't he?

Swallowing, he looks up at his servant, shakily getting to his feet. It's clear he hasn't had a decent sleep or meal in months, eyes rimmed with black circles.]

Your - your class is...probably, shit, what was it - Caster, right? Or something like that?