She smiled at the compliment, her eyes starting to close. Then Hawke helped pull Merrill to her feet. She leaned heavily against Hawke's side, wrapping her arms around the other woman's waist to hold on. Everything was swaying, and she knew that if Hawke let go, she would fall over. But she also knew Hawke wouldn't let go.
It was a good thing Varric had a bedroom on the first floor. When they'd reached the bed, Merrill pressed a kiss against Hawke's cheek. "Good night, Hawke."