Much as you'd expect her not to, Hawke blushed slightly at the kiss. She could blame it on other things, if Merrill happened to remember when she sobered up... she doubted she would. That first hangover tended to wipe out most memories.
"Pleasant dreams, Merrill," she murmured, helping her onto the bed, just to be sure she didn't end up on the floor. Hopefully, Merrill wouldn't have weird dreams like Hawke herself sometimes did, especially after ending up here - that one with Varric in a tutu still disturbed her to this day.