"It... is inaccurate to say that I want to stay.... But there were people like us here before I arrived -- people from elsewhere, who would not wish to be here. ...Do you really think that if every one of us leaves, no others will similarly be brought to this cold place in the future?"

He eyed her, quiet. "What I have seen of this place may be unpleasant, but there are things I suspect that I can do here to help make it less so. And unlike most others, I do not eat, as such, so I do not need to contend with hunger claiming my strength." A little pause, and, more reluctantly, "...And here, without magic, I cannot hear the ent. Nor can it seem to hear me. It would be best looked after on the other side. Knowing that it is in good hands... I can spend my time doing other things."