"Creators," Merrill whispers, one hand coming up to rub over her face. This is definitely not how she wanted this to go. Still, she pulls two lyrium potions out from the pouches on her hip. One is passed to Anders, and one stays in Merrill's hand as she carefully approaches Vidal, crouching down to offer it to her.

"Here. So you don't feel so defenseless." It's a clear gesture of trust, of goodwill. "Aleigh must still be outside, but I don't hear any shouting. What do you think?"

It's meant for her, but she won't ignore any input from Kian -- or anyone else, for that matter.