Hawke smiled softly. Yeah, the drunkenness definitely added to how endearing Merrill could be... she made a mental note not to make a thing of this, though, because getting her drunk all the time would be a terrible idea.
"So are you. I've always thought that," she'd had immense good luck when it came to really pretty companions. Maybe it was the Maker's way of saying 'sorry I made your town explode with Darkspawn'. "Come on, I'll help you to bed. Sleeping on tables really isn't comfortable."