Alley grunted at impact, the stone grazing her armored hand. But she took worse hits on a daily basis during the fight against Corypheus, and didn't even flinch. She dropped the top half of the sword on top of the bottom half for now. They'd need to turn this in, but that didn't mean she had to hold it in her singular hand right now.

"Good shot," she told Merrill, and then turned to Cole. She approached the spirit and actually threw her good arm around his shoulders, mindful of the sleeping human slumped against his other side.

"I'm really glad to see you," the Inquisitor squeezed the impromptu hug, a real smile tugging at her scarred lips.