[ She nods, but doesn't ask any other questions about her mother. It's okay, this'll last her for a while. She'll be imagining Gwen cooking and playfully scolding Alfie at his front door for the next few weeks. Instead, she opens her mouth to say something else, and then stops completely, turning to look into the grass.
It's rustling. Just slightly. She hears... footsteps?
Mercy's expression shifts, and she tugs at Alfie's hand, trying to pull him back. She doesn't say anything - instead, she pulls her hand away so she can signal danger to Alfie, the way Royce taught the two of them to do. ]
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It's rustling. Just slightly. She hears... footsteps?
Mercy's expression shifts, and she tugs at Alfie's hand, trying to pull him back. She doesn't say anything - instead, she pulls her hand away so she can signal danger to Alfie, the way Royce taught the two of them to do. ]