The idea of having to word her requests carefully elicits little more than intense curiosity from Bethany, as does the idea of a closet being able to produce that sort of complex magic in the first place. She lets her head cant to the side for a moment, trying to figure out how that might work.

"A magical box that allows us to speak to one another at a distance?" She pauses, scrunching her nose up in confusion. All these things sounded too surreal to be true, but Fenris really had no reason to lie to her (especially as she'd probably find out after a short time that he was lying). "Like some sort of eluvian?" That's the only thing she could think of, magically, that could allow any sort of distance transportation -- but that wasn't conversation, was it?

"Why would it deign it necessary to give us something like that? Or to give us anything at all, since it's taken us prisoner?"