[ She watches her for a moment more, wondering on what scales all of their own errors are weighed in the end. Who sits judgment on the lives they live, the choices they make thinking they're for the betterment of others. Last she'd heard from Varric, Merrill was helping displaced elves stay out of the fighting before Haven fell. Hard to say what intervening years had held, but...

She gives a small shake of her head. ]

I can't imagine it does. The weight of any mistakes either one of us has made isn't meant to be measured against the next, only learned from. For all our sakes. [ A brief pause, and then: ] Aneth ara, Merrill. I'm Ellana.