Just as quickly as she was accused of murder, Yvah's sentence was lifted. She looked upon the scene taking place with a dumbfounded face, blinking rather pointedly as the captain dismissed them entirely. Mocking him was something she was contemplating, but her still open wound kept her from any sort of acrobatics. But hey, at least the new girl stopped the internal bleeding. She opted to don her atypically bright smile and waved the guards away like good friends. 

"Dear gods, I'm so glad they're gone," she said through gritted teeth. Turning to her group, she sighed with exhaustion. A few bouncing steps later and she extended a hand toward the woman she'd just learned was named Araerys. "Yvah, at your service," she said without waiting for her hand to be shaken. In fact, when Ary did reach to shake her hand, Yvah bent forward and gingerly poked the girl in the nose. 

A crackle of the ice beneath her sounded as she twisted her form on her heel, turning completely around in one swift motion. She scanned over the bodies and said, "Kay, I'm not that burly. You mind helping me with these bodies, guys? And bring something from the Goliath to remember him by, we might be able to cash in a bounty or two at the tavern with these lot." She looked to the ratfolk, who was currently being picked clean by the psycho woman. Or psychic? Same difference. Yvah circled around and hoisted the rogue under the shoulders. 

She pressed on ahead of her team, leading the way as it were. As she started leaving, she caught one more glimpse at the bloodied corpse left behind. Once more she looked down at her hands, almost symbolically drenched in his blood. An imperceptible glint of regret struck her eyes before-- [i]Ka-houghk,[/i] she hacked up blood of her own which spattered over her still-drying hands. 

"Gonna need a touch-up at the tavern, Lexxy!" she called out, just as chipper as ever, before trotting off to her destination with ratfolk in tow.