“Because I have been thinking.” When she didn’t interrupt him, he smiled and continued, “You see, it’s not every day you owe your life to a changeling, so I find myself in a rather odd situation. How does a pony deal with owing their life to somepony who only minutes before attempted to use them for food? Then I think, no, she couldn’t possibly be trying to kill me. She needs me to help her get out and to meet the others, but that doesn’t really make it better, does it?”