He gives a slight incline of his head at that, accepting it if clearly uneasy.

"We have improved matters, I hope. We give her no commands, we ask nothing of her."

Yet she is still... in her undead state. Still required to follow them. She is not, truly, free. He frowns in thought, dropping his eyes to the table.

"There were so few dragons left in Serthica. She's different to them, too. How many of her own are left, if any? Where are they? She might not even know, if she's been under Rathakku's control a long time."

He's projecting now, he knows. Seeing things where he has no particular evidence. Yet all the same, he remembers vividly the fall of his own flight. Dragons sent spiralling into madness, slain then dragged back as undead creatures to continue fighting.

He wouldn't want that for himself. That's why he made people promise him -- promise, back when the beastmaster terrorised them, not to allow him to hurt anyone. Whatever it took, if he lost control, he wouldn't want to be allowed to hurt anyone.

Even if that meant the end.