Merrill nodded a little, her brows still creased with worry. Fenris, donating blood for her? She knew he was different here, and she didn't want to upset Hawke by implying Fenris might still hate her, but..
"I've never had to worry so much about my blood before." She probably should've worried about it more, back then. After all, she'd traded it out to make her magic stronger. It was a commodity, and she'd never thought about it affecting someone else, until now.