“And then, injured and starving, this little changeling decides to save my life and then, in her silliness, she wonders why I am trying to help her.” He laughed and she looked at him in shock. She was trying to formulate a response, most likely in the form of a question, when both of them heard the altogether too familiar laugh of a stag and signature, lilting accent of the human echoing from farther down the hall. The stallion’s smile broke out into a wide grin. “See? Did I not say heading up would be the best way out?”