Merrill frowned just a little at the question. "Druid?" she asked and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't know what that is. I'm Dalish."

He seemed so tense. Less like Fenris and more like Aveline in his way. From what she could tell anyway. Maybe he really was angry at everything like Fenris was and she was just so used to his brand of callousness that it was hard to see a different vein of it in other people.

"Plants are really the only thing I can make grow. Keeper Marethari always said I was a terrible healer." Maybe she would've gotten it one day. That wasn't ever going to happen now. At least Anders was here. He was the best healer she'd ever seen so long as he wasn't caught up in his own head.