To know that Cy's mother had an interest had Merrill's brows raising somewhat. It was unusual and yet she found she herself was also interested in humans. Maybe not from the get-go, but certainly after she'd been left to her own devices. "I have a few books from my time in Kirkwall, if you'd like?" mainly magical theory and lore-- along with some chantry history peppered in there. "Varric's an incredible writer, he's got such a way to capture voice and bring your imagination to life." She finally motioned for another brandy before turning back.

"He's from the surface, I had experience with his brother and they're definitely not the same." her smile turned a little coy and she twisted her legs at her ankles, leaning forward as if to convey a secret. "Well, if there's an elf maybe named something like Daisy in it, that's me. He always calls me that and I don't know why but I like it. He'll give you a nickname, too."