Jackson, being a tadpole entirely constructed of magic by its masters will, isn't very smart. As her last orders were to take Ignatius away from the conflict, Jackson's just going to keep on doing that ... right up until claws prick into its weird, rubbery skin.

That only has the effect of making Jackson squeal and go faster, hurtling right towards that shadow barrier with its riders in tow, a firm grip on the fae slung across him.