Mercy went into the back of the van and got her overnight bag, pulling out the travel first aid kit Rebecca had gotten her. The female vampire had gotten used to Mercy's constant scrapes and made sure the girl would have everything she needed. Mercy was a bit of a weak healer for a shifter. She had some scars smattered all over her body, but most of them were very feint. Were she a strong healer, there wouldn't be any scars.
She sat on the curb, rolling up her jeans, slightly less flared bell bottoms, and expertly began to clean up her knee. "Um, well, I sort of do get banged up all the time. I'm not the most graceful person in the world..." She blushed again, btiing her lower lip as she cleaned with with the peroxide, which hurt like hell.