[Merrill gawks at him for a moment. There are so many humans in this place, and she has little idea what to make of that. Though there were a lot of humans in Kirkwall, too. Still, not this many, and so few elves.

She smiles at him anyway.]

I wanted to make a snack. For my falon. Roommate? Friend.

But when I tried, everything started burning, and I don't know any ice spells, so this is what happened. It lit on fire. I think I killed it.