Merrin takes the offered napkins gratefully and dabs at her eyes, though the surge of immense gratitute she experiences has her both weeping in truth and wanting to hug the stranger -- neither of which are reactions that are becoming of a Nightsister. She shakes her head hard as though attempting to clear it and looks at the other woman apologetically.

"No. Everything is emphatically not okay, and I have not the faintest idea why. Are you from this place?"