She isn't quite satisfied with that answer, but she feels it's probably a waste of time to argue the issue, knowing that she'd insist the same if their positions were reversed. She takes a nibble of the biscuit and then a larger mouthful, dabbing at the crumbs that fall into her skirt onto a fingertip and sprinkling them on the ground for a sparrow nearby to peck at.

"I thought you must be Dalish." Her eyes flicker up to the markings on Merrill's face, feeling a little self-conscious at being one of the only elves she's found here without them. "I'm Eirlys. From Gwaren, in Ferelden."