So that was it. Two years of laughs. Two years of songs. Two years of tears. Two years of friendship. All snuffed out in a single moment. 

Yvah was trembling, all strength sapped from her in this turmoil. But she had to gather herself. Her knees nearly buckled as she struggled to stand, Daisy's body being laid in front of her. Breathing was chaotic and unstill. Her eyes couldn't tear away from her friend for longer than a moment as she stood and battled with herself internally. Eventually, she turned to the group, her face donning a smile like a shattered mask of comedy drenched in the tears of tragedy. "Hey guys," her voice was dripping with a painful facsimile of life and joy, "Just keep your spirits up, we have to..." her words broke into a gentle sob, "Have to... keep going, yeah? Yeah." 

Before the party could see her like this for much longer, she turned away, glancing only sidelong at Araerys, before passing by over the bridge to press on. She shambled into the next room, looking about with tear-stricken eyes. A familiar sight was before her. Another tank. Two coffins flanked it on either side of the room, and no exit made itself known. As Yvah stepped into the room, the tank started to thud insistently as a small voice seemed to supernaturally fill the entire room. "Hey, out there," the voice of a girl perhaps half Yvah's own age boomed with a magical presence, "Owie, can you let me out?"