She would maybe be more offended by being called child if she were not sick, if she had not just invited it by saying hahren. As it is, Merrill just nods obediently and carefully goes where Fiona steers her, sinking down into the seat with a relieved sigh.

"Really, I think I could deal with the rest if this fever weren't so... feverish."

At least for a little bit. Eventually the flashes of green and knowing spirits (Learning and Curiosity she can handle, but again with Pride?) are following her about would get to her.