The switch in situations is not an irony lost on Beleth. She's much luckily than Alistair, of course--she has no real prison forced around her, no small, cold cell. Her interrogations are done willingly (so far) and she's not been beaten in them (so far). But here's Alistair, being annoying and unwelcome, and Beleth, restless as a caged animal and rather irritated.

Nevertheless, the bow is accepted, but left to rest at her side, as Beleth eyes him warily. "I thought that not dying was one of my greater failures. You should be happy it'll be so easy to correct." She inspects the bow, but it's more out of a need to do something with her hands and eyes, rather than any real care. She's no longer the woman that wielded one of these. "I'm sure the Inquisition has already gotten enough information out of me already. No one will even bat an eye."