“So what you’re really saying…” James rose to his hooves, walking out from around the desk and inspecting her. He seemed to be focusing on Ocellus’s legs. Looking for the holes? “What you’re really saying is that if I can’t figure out how to shapeshift, I’m going to be stuck down here until you get back. And if the expedition doesn’t go well, I’ll be right where they want me when some pissed off changelings wanting some revenge make it back here.”