The next time she woke up (Ida really had to stop black out like this, she really didn't want it to become a habit), she was sitting in a dungeon, surrounded by guards who were pointing their swords at her, with her hands shackled together. Woozily, she stared at her fists, trying to reorient herself before attempting any negotiations with her wardens. Turning the marked hand over, trying to see if the scar she saw earlier actually existed, or was just a hallucination, she stared in confusion and slight elation at the unblemished palm. She could have sworn it-ah, there we go.

After this realization, Ida figured it would probably be a good idea to take inventory. One of the only good things that she woke up to, was the fact that they hadn't figured out how to take her sheathes off of her arms, though they had obviously taken her satchel, as that didn't require too much brainpower. Scar on her palm crackling away, Ida's head shot up when the doors in front of her slammed open, and two women walked in. The guards sheathed their swords, and withdrew as the short-haired, angry-looking one stepped towards her, and started to circle, while the redhead in the form fitting armour just stood there, glaring.

"Tell me why we shouldn't kill you now." The angry one stopped behind her, leaning over her shoulder to speak in her ear. Leaning back up, she circled back around, stopping in front of her. "The conclave is destroyed. Everyone who attended is dead... Except for you." She tilted her head then, looking up at the angry woman, and the redhead, both glaring at her. 'I think I'm just not going to say what happened, because I'm not entirely sure what they'll do to me.'

"And I suppose you think I'm the one responsible." 'Nailed it.' The angry one jolted forwards at her, grabbing her glowing hand, shoving it in her face.

"Explain this." She snarled, before shoving the hand back down to Ida's lap.

"I can't. Believe me. No matter how much I'd like the know what the glowy mark of doom is doing on my hand, I don't." As Ida continued, the two women got progressively angrier, and the black-haired one's face twisted with rage. The redhead just continued to glare, though with considerably more venom than before.

"What do you mean, you can't?" Angry woman growled, continuing her circling.

"I mean that I have no idea what it is, or how it got there!" She declared. Obviously this hit a sore spot with her interrogator, and she lunged towards Ida, beginning to shake her, attempting to find out if she shook Ida hard enough, maybe answers she liked would fall out.

"You're Lying!" The woman snarled, gripping her shoulders so hard, they began to lose feeling. The redhead gently pushed her away from Ida, back towards the door, before turning and looking back at Ida.

"We need her, Cassandra." She stated, although why Ida was needed, and what she was needed for, she didn't exactly know (and wasn't sure she wanted to).

"So, what happens now? You obviously don't think I'm innocent, and somehow I get the feeling that letting me go isn't exactly an option." Shrugging, she tilted her head and made her best attempt at smiling innocently. It didn't work too well, and the women stared at her in both disbelief that she actually tried that and disgust at her flippancy. The redhead stepped away from the doorway, and padded closer to her amazingly quietly, considering she had thigh-high armoured boots.

"Do you remember what happened? How this began?" Ah, yes. The classic interrogation starter. Though this woman looked at lot more willing to resort to cruel and unusual methods than Cassandra, who seemed to prefer brute force. Alright, now she had to start getting creative, and get her game face on, because she redhead looked like she could sniff out a liar from a mile away. 'Well, if it all goes horribly, horribly wrong, I guess I could always turn into a dragon, or something equally terrifying for the people here.'

"I remember running. These things were chasing me, and then... A woman?" 'Hell if I know. This has been a very long day for me, and I'm pretty sure I've suffering from multiple occasions of blunt force trauma.' Doing her best to look innocent, and actually trying this time, not just bullshitting, as seen earlier, she tried her hardest to play the 'confused amnesiac', hoping the redhead wouldn't be able to sniff out her lie.

"A Woman?" She sounded confused, as though she had not considered that someone other than Ida was involved.

"She reached out to me, but then..." Trailing off, hoping they'd interpret this as her not knowing , as she could only successfully bullshit her way through things before she started to fuck up the details.

"Go to the forward camp, Leliana." So that was her name! Ida thought she was just going to have to call her 'redhead' forever. "I will take her to the rift." Cassandra turned around, and unshackled Ida from the ground, although she did leave Ida's hands tied together. Got to have some control over the prisoner, after all.

"What did happen? I can't remember anything." Looking up at Cassandra as she helped her up. Still making a valiant attempt at innocence (and mostly succeeding).

"It... Would be easier to show you." Cassandra sighed, sounding defeated. 'Well. That can't be good, if she has to show me, rather than explaining it. Got to be something big.'

"Thanks for helping me up, by the way." At saying this, Cassandra almost swung back around, looking very surprised that the prisoner she had been harassing not five minutes ago, was thanking her for something as inconsequential as helping her onto her feet. Ida cracked a smile when she saw the look of surprise, voicing that "well, there's no point in being rude to the people who have my life in their hands. And you did help me off the ground, where you could have very easily left me there."

"...You are welcome. Now come, we must move." After uttering this, she turned back around, and began to lead Ida out of what she realized was a dungeon. They walked a short distance underground, before turning and going up a flight of stairs, out into what looked like a smaller version of the church she had seen earlier. While Ida was walking, she noticed a very strange height difference between her, and Cassandra. Where she would have once been around nose height, she was now only shoulder height. Very suspicious. But as she could not find a mirror, and she couldn't shift here, she would have to stay like this for now.

Following Cassandra through the building, they soon exited through a large set of double doors, not unlike the ones she had burst through in the fancy temple, earlier on. They were promptly greeted by glaring (at her) and a giant fucking hole in the sky holyshit this was so not her day.