The excited barking of her dog had interrupted Merrill on more than one occasion. Sometimes it was nothing more than a dracolisk that had gotten too close, other times someone coming up with supplies that Merrill had been unable to carry herself. This barking wasn't like either of those, though; this barking was excited, not one of alert.

Really, she shouldn't have been that surprised when she came around the aravel to find Barkley attempting to tangle himself in Galadriel's hair, just as he had as a puppy.

"Galadriel! Aneth ara!" Just as exuberant as her dog, Merrill all but launched herself toward the elven woman to grab her in an embrace. Bold by the standards of the elves of Arda, maybe, but not as much by Merrill standards - not when she had known her, missed her, loved her. "How are you?! I've only just gotten back recently - and Kirkwall is very large - I'd have come to seen you as soon as I could, if I'd known you were here!"