miss 20 something [past]

Well, I'm rather hated, but that's mostly because of my personality, Merrill says thoughtfully. Also, Junar still blames me for him and Mahariel breaking up when we were tweens, but it's frankly getting immature at this point. Perhaps we should keep our voices down, though -- I'm told the walls have ears, here.

Merrill had thought Varric was being literal when he told her that, and had started apologizing to the walls in her alienage apartment for swearing when she stubbed her toes. 

It took one of her flatmates explaining that it meant the neighbours are nosy, which Merrill thinks isn't fair -- just say that then. It's not her fault she grew up in a forest where the trees more often than not did have ears, or spirits possessing them, or wolves and other predators hanging around them.

I don't mind talking about the Dalish, though. You can ask questions whenever. Now, I like to roll my stripped leaves into a stack like this, it makes for finer mincing, see? she demonstrates.