The last few moments of the battle seemed to happen in such a rush that it was almost a blur to the bard. It was unfortunate that the final image of their endeavors - which were still very much unjustified - was the normally collected feline completely drenched in their lead's blood. Even with the distance between them, Araerys could see the disturbingly joyful demeanor with which Yvah had mauled the Priestess, and even after the Saughin was long dead she continued with this strange mask. When she had deemed the deed finished, the group was thrown into an uncomfortable silence, left with corpses by their hand in a place of worship. The irony was terrible, and left the impression of a deep frown on the half-elf's already concerned face.

Surely this wasn't the plan. She hadn't meant for the Priestess to die when she unlocked the door. It was starting to seem that anywhere this group went, chaos and violence followed. Ary hoped this wasn't always the case, as she had taken a liking to (most of) the characters, but evidence from the day only pointed to that conclusion. Regardless, she focused her attention on the cat, wanting to prevent her from causing any more damage to the situation than had already been dealt. Aware that Ulor had been hit and needed assistance, she figured it would be best to disarm the danger before tending to his wounds. He seemed capable enough, and in a right mind; which their feline friend most certainly did not.

"Yvah, love," she spoke, loud enough for her voice to travel through the door to the cat, but with the quality of honey dripping from a spoon, "Why don't you come sit with me here for a moment? Take a bit of a breather with me, yeah?" While keeping her eye on her target, Ary moved around the side of the pew and lightly perched herself down, before reaching out and patting the bit of the bench that jutted upwards so that Yvah could see if she was looking. The frown gone from her visage and was replaced with a warmer expression, wanting to seem as inviting as possible. Though she didn't much know the girl, she knew something was happening internally that probably wasn't the healthiest of switches. It briefly occurred to her in a flash of hard curiosity that she should probe the rogue's thoughts, and thought better of it. Perhaps she would find out later what was ailing her, but for now, Araerys merely wanted to bring her down from whatever was gripping her.

[hider=Stuff and things]Ary casts Suggestion on Yvah and asks her to sit down in the pew with her for a moment of calm breaths, maybe a bit of hand-holding if we're lucky.

Mentioned: [@Ms Ravenwinter][/hider]