[ ... ah. no, hawke doesn't want merrill to think that even if back home she'd usually brush it off. they're in cerealia now, there's even a higher need to cling to tradition. so, quietly: ]

Of course it does.

[ and she lifts a shoulder in a shrug, continuing to let the blood drip off of her and onto the floor. but yes, let's move onto some dark humor about their luck. ]

Well, you know me. My middle name is "angry accident of nature" so I'm not terribly surprised.

[ she looks to the door then that does look pretty unvined. it's probably because at least merrill drank something so hawke hopes she gets off free here. ]

Let me try it and see.

[ off the door with them and... yes!! thank the maker. ]