"Hmm," is all Ignatius says to that, at first. Maybe giving a shit about your changelings isn't that important of a trait to most fae. Maybe admitting that you care about that is a sign of weakness. Maybe it's just an awkward segue in general. He doesn't make it clear.

"...Well, there's little point in putting unequipped soldier on the field," he says, thinking back to Portland. "You were the one that the Nightshade was towing around, weren't you?"

That had been kind of funny, actually.