[Sina is in the garden, sitting in a wooden chair and wrapped warmly in several blankets as she takes a new inventory of the decimated courtyard. When she hears someone enter, she looks up, expecting it to be Bruce or Samwise. Instead she's met with a face she knows she's seen before-- perhaps at an Arlathven?-- and although she'd normally smile and greet the woman, her ill health, general weariness, and desolation at the state of the garden merits Merrill little more than a questioning stare.]