[ It's certainly a good excuse, and Merrill hardly minds. Barkley doesn't mind either, seeming perfectly pleased despite the fact that he's tangled up in Galadriel's hair. Perks of being a pup, she supposes; he's well-fed and gets attention either way.

There's a soft laugh, Merrill nodding her head. ]

I suppose I should have thought of that- of letting you sit up, I mean. And don't worry about standing, really! It's very nice to meet you.

[ More than, she suspects -- hopes. ]

But no, I'm- well, I was the First of the Sabrae clan.

[ Before she left. Before they died. Can she be the last if they no longer claimed her? ]

And you are a Rifter, are you not? You're the first elven one I've met -- er, you are an elf, right?