She's never heard of superheroes and her opinion on the Jedi is... complicated, to say the least, so forgive her if she looks a little skeptical. She gets the gist of it, at least, her expression contemplative while she continues to pet the Countess. The mothcat's purrs are so loud that Merrin can feel the vibrations through her hand, and she's... okay, she's endeared.

"Claimed?" She turns her head to look at Jon, her curiosity piqued. The Nightsisters have a similar spell, if she's understanding correctly—maybe. It allows them to command another person, to have their complete loyalty. "This serving—it is of your own free will?"