He certainly earns some silent appreciation for the proper escort. Ivy is the type to forcefully wait until it's offered to her. She takes his arm and finds herself drawing slightly close, as though he is a bulwark against any other attention or personnel who may want to have a glimpse at the mysterious prisoner.
"I was expecting gruel and rainwater, to be honest. Anything beyond that will be a lovely surprise." Her imagination briefly tickles her with the notion that whatever they eat in this place is extremely strange or unpalatable for someone from Earth. But this "Orlais" actually has many familiar trappings. It doesn't feel too terribly alien to her own time and place, apart from a few odd differences.
She takes in a breath. He smells good, a sensory detail that she inexplicably takes in above any more pertinent ones.
"My questions are numerous enough that I may require a written list," she says. "But I can choose a few to begin with. Have you ever heard of someone coming through a portal before? As I did. If you do, indeed, believe that I did."
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"I was expecting gruel and rainwater, to be honest. Anything beyond that will be a lovely surprise." Her imagination briefly tickles her with the notion that whatever they eat in this place is extremely strange or unpalatable for someone from Earth. But this "Orlais" actually has many familiar trappings. It doesn't feel too terribly alien to her own time and place, apart from a few odd differences.
She takes in a breath. He smells good, a sensory detail that she inexplicably takes in above any more pertinent ones.
"My questions are numerous enough that I may require a written list," she says. "But I can choose a few to begin with. Have you ever heard of someone coming through a portal before? As I did. If you do, indeed, believe that I did."