They look like two drunks leaving the Hanged Man, save for the fact that neither of them are loudly singing or smell like they've bathed in their drinks. Still, the comparison makes her smile a little to herself, and his promise makes her relax.

Almost enough that she nearly faceplants into the dirt, but his grip and her staff keep her upright.

"Thank you." And then he can get some rest too, which Merrill is sure he needs. "Just a little more to get there, then."