[ Balls indeed. Merrill might even spit herself, if not for the fact that it had the potential to involve blood.

Instead, she shifts slightly -- not enough to disturb the dogs too much, but enough that she can set a hand on Mal's arm for a moment. ]

I didn't. Know, that is.

[ And she- well. She's had adventures, but she's never been in a battle like that. Skirmishes against bandits, against demons, against Darkspawn -- but never two armies marching toward one another. ]

My Keeper let herself be possessed by a spirit, thinking it would save me from being possessed instead. Instead- I had to kill what she became.

I had hoped... well, I'd hoped that we would be able to save some of the Wardens, instead of them ending up the same way. At least we were able to help Anders.