"Merrill..." Hawke gently took hold of her chin, forcing her to look her in the eyes. "I'll always love him in some way, I admit that, but... things change, don't they?"
She could realise, even in her current state of mind, what she was getting at. She'd known the elf'd had a sort of fangirlish crush on her at certain points, but it seemed like it'd developed into something a little more than that.