Moving towards the chair he had gestured to, Lily gave the papers Archeval had on the desk a lingering look as she sat down. When he spoke Lily returned her attention to him, shaking her head at the question.

"I don't know if I was in his clutches based on what I've pieced together," she began. Lily pulled her bag into her lap and took out her notebook and pencil as she continued to speak. "The exact moment of my arrival here is a complete blur, but what I do remember is the people in the woods having me. They pushed me into the lake." It was an unpleasant story that she had recounted to many of the farm's occupants. Each time had brought her some new bit of information about their predicament and so, though she found it very unpleasant, she was still unwilling to recall it.

"That thing at the bottom, if I was in anything's clutches it was that. I'm not sure how I didn't drown," she shook her head and frowned, her gaze drifting down to the tea service he set out. "It released me the following dawn, and Karsa found me a little after I had dragged myself onto the lake's shore and dried out. Since then I've tried to find out what I can, Karsa told me a little, but some of the others here have been willing to share what they know, thankfully."

Tilting her chin towards the teapot on the tray, Lily reached into her bag again to retrieve a handful of fresh leaves from one of the wild plants growing around outside the farm. "May I?" She would swiftly toss the leaves into the pot of the tea service and transfigure them into hot (sadly weak) tea as long as he didn't have other plans.