Despite her odd confidence in his visitations, Ivy is still pleased (and relieved) when he does stop in for those brief visits the first few days. The books are taking longer than she thought, given how many strange concepts she's come across in reading them, and at one point she asks for some parchment and ink so that she can start to make notes for herself. (She agrees readily to show the notes to anyone who wants to see them, just to ensure she isn't drafting spy letters.)

Otherwise, apart from being confined in the first place, she has little to complain about. It's certainly the most luxurious imprisonment she could have ever expected.

It takes a moment for her to come out of her reading when she hears the knock on the door, but she rouses and goes to open it. The first thing she spots is a dog the size of a horse, a sight which startles her into yelping and slamming the door shut again.

It reopens a moment later, her composure regained, and she looks back and froth from Cullen to the massive dog.

"Pardon me. I wasn't expecting-- such a dog."

She quirks her lips into a smile, her tone a little teasing. "Is this a social call, or am I to be devoured?"