With no recognition of the pendant's symbol, Araerys gave it a final once-over before tucking it into her pack just as Yvah returned from wherever it was that she had disappeared to. The girl made no effort to reconnect with her, or even Ulor, whom she spoke to as she searched the desk. Wanting to give the feline her space, she hung back and simply watched as she moved about, only interrupted by Daisy before she could knock on the wood of the other door. 

When she finally retired to one of the pews, some sort of undeveloped motherly instinct took over, and the bard slowly slid herself down into a seated position near Yvah's head; not too closely so as to still give her peace of mind. She glanced around at the rest of the group still milling about as she detached her fiddle and bow from the satchel on her back and swung it underneath her chin. It seemed that it was now finally her turn to lend her talents to the company; she raised the bow to the strings and from the instrument came a soothing song, seemingly reminiscent of the feeling of a stomach full of warm supper or dipping into a much-needed hot bath. The notes reverberated off the walls of the cathedral, filling the space with familiarity and replacing the cold silence that remained after the battle.

[hider=Boop]Ary uses Song of Rest to restore 3 HP to each of the party that used a hit die.[/hider]