[ She sighs, heavily and over the top like dramatic almost-five-year-olds tend to. It's nice to be able to relax, though. She rests her head against his chest and stares at the fire. ]

I gotta keep up. [ Mercy mumbles. ] I don't wanna be left behind. I wanna stay with you and Mommy and Daddy, so I'll eat beans and broccoli if I gotta.