"I was praying," Merrill said, idly rubbing her finger over her sylvanwood ring. "I don't know what the tear was, but it was- Well, it was green and I know where that goes and it's not here otherwise here would be green too." No, it was Fen Harel. It had to be. She'd seen the wrath of one of the Tevinter gods up close when her clan had escaped Ferelden in the first place. It only made her more certain that hers had to be real as well.

Especially with what she'd learned about Ashabellanar after the woman had dropped such a profound hint to go looking in the first place. Not that any of her friends would've ever believed her, of course. Merrill knew. That was enough for herself. She hoped she'd meet her again one day. She had so many questions.

"I don't know. I'm sorry. Everything just happened so suddenly."