[She can feel how stiff he is. Mercy isn't blind to his discomfort, and she's sure she's pulled herself together enough that she can manage. She takes one more big sniff and lets go of him, standing up straighter. She doesn't move terribly far away, but she does give him some space, just stroking his pretty cloak, instead.]

Aye. I had stranger things happening to me the last few months than that. It's, um... well, I ain't from around here. Home sickness is getting to me, I reckon. That-that Fun House, though... we ought to keep a lookout on it, don't you think? It's the worst thing I seen in this circus so far.