Rita folds her arms once again, frowning as she tries to consider what words could be used to describe what Ignatius is to them -- or most of all, to her -- now. In the end, she decides against that, and approaches from a different angle.

"It's true... Ignatius changed while he was with us. He used to treat changelings like most fae do... Like we're property. Pawns. But to survive everything we've been through, we had to rely on one another, and... I guess we ended up with a mutual respect between us." They ended up caring, even, though that's the last word Rita would like to use for it.

"Although... If you talk to him, you'll probably find he hasn't changed that much, all things considered." His altered domain and newfound appreciation for mortals aside, is Ignatius really going to be that different with his fellow soldiers? He's still the same person, with largely the same values and principles, after all. He's just learned to apply them in ways he might not have before.