Unfortunately for Ivy, her requests for books go ignored. She remains occupied all the same, between her attempts to eavesdrop on the Inquisition personnel to find out more about the world she's landed in, and her continued curious inklings about the commander. It's the frustrating sensation of familiarity that comes alongside knowledge that it isn't possible.
She gets as far as trying to puzzle out the idea of doppelgangers in alternate universes when she's summoned out of her cell for an interrogation. Valentine is confiscated as she's removed, and it takes all her concentration to command it still until further notice. She can hear it calling out for her in the room where the spymaster interrogates her, and it's immensely distracting.
But Ivy doesn't lie. This woman is far too sharp for that. She can't answer any questions about Halamshiral or Orlais or the Inquisition because she hasn't the faintest idea what they are. She hasn't lost her memories, and her mind seems perfectly intact when she calmly relays that she doesn't know where she is, only that she came through a portal from another world. Speaking of her estate near London, alchemy, and Astral Chaos likely doesn't help her sound any more coherent, but far moreso than if she simply made things up.
She's returned to the cell, where she can yet hear Valentine crying for her from the lockup nearby. The fact that they've chosen not to trust her with a weapon is slightly concerning, to say the least, but it's not as though she needs to be holding her sword to make it deadly.
She still refrains. She has the strangest feeling that everything will work itself out, though God only knows why. It has something to do with the commander.
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She gets as far as trying to puzzle out the idea of doppelgangers in alternate universes when she's summoned out of her cell for an interrogation. Valentine is confiscated as she's removed, and it takes all her concentration to command it still until further notice. She can hear it calling out for her in the room where the spymaster interrogates her, and it's immensely distracting.
But Ivy doesn't lie. This woman is far too sharp for that. She can't answer any questions about Halamshiral or Orlais or the Inquisition because she hasn't the faintest idea what they are. She hasn't lost her memories, and her mind seems perfectly intact when she calmly relays that she doesn't know where she is, only that she came through a portal from another world. Speaking of her estate near London, alchemy, and Astral Chaos likely doesn't help her sound any more coherent, but far moreso than if she simply made things up.
She's returned to the cell, where she can yet hear Valentine crying for her from the lockup nearby. The fact that they've chosen not to trust her with a weapon is slightly concerning, to say the least, but it's not as though she needs to be holding her sword to make it deadly.
She still refrains. She has the strangest feeling that everything will work itself out, though God only knows why. It has something to do with the commander.