You leave the Inquisition alone for a year and this is what happens.

Merrill shakes her head, rubbing the heels of her palms over her eyes. She can only imagine how stressful that had to be for everyone - for Beleth especially, with her responsibilities, with being the only one left standing.

"Goodness," she manages after a moment, dropping her hands and reaching to squeeze Beleth with one of them. A hand, part of her arm, a shoulder - she just wants the other elf to know she's there with her, for her.

"Well- is there anything I can do?"