At the sight of shattered bones, Yvah wondered at her friend's fate beyond death. About if Daisy would become one of these wretched things. About if she would have to be put down, and if Yvah would have to be the one to do it. Idly, Yvah poked through these bones in a shallow attempt at searching along with her peers. 

But the adrenaline coursed through her still, so lethargy had not truly set in. She could feel the mood growing grim, even with the fresh face. This was bad. It was always bad. Grimness would make them give up. They couldn't give up. Not while they were still here. Yvah needed to cheer them up. If they didn't cheer up, they might all die. 

"Um," she stammered a little in the face of the newest set of introductions. Yvah reached for the casket and plucked a skeletal arm only held together by shreds of armor. She pushed it in Peony's direction and said, "Hi Penny, I'm Yvah, let me give you a hand!" Her face pulled and contorted into a grimace of a smile. It was freakish, torn from the reality of their situation. 

The disembodied arm was quickly abandoned when the small room started to overflow with an ever unfolding wooden structure. She avoided squeezing against the wall by slipping out of the room. Soon after, the offending mass of wood folded back into its confines. But from the bridge, Yvah heard something. Chanting. 

"Here," she said, pointing southward in the direction suggested by Eilina. "I hear the fishies down here."