Something breaks, the glee turns to fear turns to dizziness, and Mercy staggers as the music stops. She falls to the pavement on one knee, panting and confused. Without the song, everything in her turns to fire and her muscles burn for the exertion as they haven't in a very long time. She's soaked with sweat, but shivers as she looks around, catches the bard's eye again.

Mercy can't entirely help the way she flinches looking at him, suddenly certain that he is the reason she's feeling suddenly sick. Except that doesn't make sense. He'd been singing so pretty. She'd just-just got overexcited, swung around too much.

She starts picking herself up and notices other people aren't looking terribly well. "I'm sorry," she says to someone nearby. "Think I went a little harder than I meant to there."