Eda makes a shushing sound and gives a sharp not towards the hand; she's glad Mercy catches on quickly enough that she doesn't scurry back into the path of danger.

She's very still herself, until the hand finally pulls away—not far enough for her to relax, but certainly an improvement. Right now, she'll take what she can get.

"Yeah, I think we ought to. If nothing else these things seem pretty slow." She keeps her own voice low in return, though she's not sure if the creatures can actually hear them.

She watches the shadow for a moment, making sure of the direction it seems to be going, before making a dash towards a house that lays in a different one.