Ivette has to take a moment to be... a little shocked, frankly, that the templar they scraped off the floor of Kinloch during the Blight can speak with this degree of confidence about arcane, secret knowledge.

But then she shakes herself out of it and says, a little too quickly, "Right. Yes. Good. We'll come back to that." Pen scratching away at her journal, where she's added a footnote with Cullen's observations. "Fiona? Sorry for the digression. Please continue."