For political reasons, he imagines, based on what she's told him before. He guesses if they were trying to secure some kind of agreement by doing so, throwing her in the dungeon wouldn't be the best way to accomplish that. If only Ambrose were capable of learning such simple diplomacy tactics as that.

He falls silent for a few moments, contemplating what Oliver had suggested. In the meantime, he spots something undesirable in the hoof he's trimming and frowns. Setting down the clippers, he picks up his small hoof knife, slicing off thin layers of horn in a matter not entirely dissimilar from soap carving.

"'Tis likely wise to remain cautious. All the same... the Singularity being critical to our escape is something I've considered for some time now. All magick is drawn from it, ostensibly, and our connection was meant to provide us with greater access than any native to this place could muster. As such, wouldn't that enable us to perform feats unprecedented in this world?"