There's a blush that touches her cheeks for the compliments. Mercy can't help dropping her gaze to smile down at her hands. "You're awful kind, Rue. And you got words that feel like a the warm breath of a summer night on cold ears." Maybe not... the most eloquent compliment. "I-I just mean you got a way about you and talking. I'm pretty good at it, but you got a proper gift to build folk up, don't you?"

There's no reproach or upset, just... appreciation for her friend's talents. "That's something we been missing a bit of here before you came. And I like listening to how you say things. It's kind. You're kind, Rue. And that's a kindness to everyone here, having you."