He wouldn't call it an eluvian, exactly, though perhaps that's as close as they can come to something similar.

"Perhaps a very small eluvian," he concedes, then adds, not knowing if she's ever heard of such a thing, "Or one of the sending crystals the magisters use in Tevinter. It transmits our voices to one another and also our images. This particular device can also send words, though I've no idea what they say."

It's somewhat gratifying to hear his questions coming from her as well. It makes him feel a little less mad.

"I do not know. No one could give me an acceptable explanation when I asked. Whatever this place wants from us, it means to keep us comfortable while it takes it. I do not trust it."