Merrill had been standing on her tiptoes. She lowered herself slowly onto her heels when Anders let her go.
"It's okay. I'm okay. Stop apologizing, Anders," she said, blushing. She was the one who kissed him. He just made it really nice, that's all.
She shook her head. "It was my fault, though. And Varric says I'm terrible at lying." Hawke would know, and that would make it even worse. Merrill wasn't sure what would happen, but she knew she had to tell Hawke. "We've all been through a lot, and she's always managed to keep a level head. Well.. Almost always." She trusted Hawke, and she wanted Hawke to trust her. She couldn't do that by lying to her.