( A lack of history? Sometimes something like that sounds like a blessing, compared to the curse of having too much. But that's something for another time. Certainly not tonight, on the cusp of so much adventure and danger promised by the morning.

Still smiling, features softened by the kindly light of the fire and her own creeping need for sleep, Mercy nods at him once before starting to collect herself and her things. Before standing up: )

Of course. Don't let me keep you any longer from getting the sleep you need. If you see any real spirits, say hi for me?

Sleep well, Senren. ( With a wave after her, she turns around and departs. )