Billie stays by Daud, still steadying him, even if she does look up to meet Mercy's gaze.

"About damn time," she mutters, her own relief that the osprey has made a reappearance at all thinly veiled. She doesn't want to get emotional about it, despite how she really does feel.

That said, it's a wholly different case with Deirdre, who immediately launches from her own perch to flop down next to Mercy and immediately begins railing at her in angry bird noises. It's going to be one long triad, wings spread and feathers puffed in rage in some attempt to make a tern look more intimidating. It doesn't really work, mind, but she's trying, damn it. To this, Billie finally straightens up and just hopes Daud can stand under his own strength.

"Deirdre! Cut that out!"