[While Ferran waits patiently for her to say her piece, he ultimately shakes his head at the idea, adopting a tone halfway between his disgust for the thing and his respect for her, hovering somewhere around stern.]

There's a difference between wanting a different life and stealing someone else's.

[For the latter, he has no sympathy. Ferran is doing plenty of projecting on his own, recalling the Fae urges he struggled with in another world well enough, but he's seen plenty to convince him of those thoughts being true in this case. So—he gets to putting the thing into the cage.]

They don't get to play with us like that just because it might make them feel better.