Amidst all of the celebration and the mourning, there was Divinity, standing with her arms crossed and waiting for the drink to be passed around to her. Her face was grim, and her lips were held together tightly. Another boss came and went, another two guild members slain for the good of everyone else. A couple of floors ago, she might've been a sobbing mess. But she'd come to realize that shedding tears and wasting time wasn't going to revive anyone. She sheathed her sword as loudly and with as much flair as she possibly could before accepting the drink from whoever it was that passed it to her, faces didn't really matter right now.

It only took a couple of seconds for her to down it and then pass it on to the next person, then seat herself on the ground with her legs crossed. Sitting then turned to laying on her back, which lead to her swatting and people's legs to make them move so she could get comfortable while she waited for the younger guild members to compose themselves. "Pterro! When are we leaving?!" She shouted out, giving no consideration to conversations possibly going on.