They themself look out over the Edge, and don't look at him as they speak. "As you wish." They can keep a secret. They're assuming that when he comes back the Castle's magic will have restored him to full health.

Their gaze turns to him, waiting, expectant. They'll watch him fall. The least they can do, although they're not entirely sure why themself.

They could push him; a shove in the small of the back would unbalance him. But they won't. He's made his choice. No LV for them, it seems.

"Take your time."