"Daisy, come on," Varric said carefully. "You should come outside for a while. It will do you good to get some fresh air."

She did not turn from her contemplation of the Eluvian. "That's not my name."

He stopped, nonplussed. "What?"

"I said," she enunciated carefully, turning to look at him, her face set in grim lines that he had never seen there before. "That is not my name. My name is Merrill of the Alerion clan, and if I am all my clan has left…" Here her eyes blazed with both grief and fury, "then you will call me by my name!"