Mercy was comfortable with their bond being reestablished and strong again. It had felt out of place and weird to be so ragged and thin over the last year. But she had elected to stay behind and that had been a mistake. But she had so many people to look out for....
She smirked at him. She knew her punches rarely hurt. But that was okay. Mercy could attack to hurt when she needed to, relying on her speed and agility to save her ass the few times it got into trouble. (few... bah! ton!). Mercy also had a good brain in her head - bringing that gun to the knife fight had been the best idea ever. Saved the whole pack from more turmoil. There had been enough of that already.
"Well yes." she said softly and kissed his chin. Unlike him, she liked to swear. Power Words. It made engines settle into place correctly. And rusted bolts to come unrusted. That was it. "Ready, then?"