The air was heavy still, even with the old man's irritating gripes and Peony's prayer. It was almost a feeling of relief when Yvah stepped up to take the reins of the situation, finally filling the weird silence with something substantial. However, Araerys was quick to notice that it was ultimately a mere front; it wasn't like the kurjian was trying very hard to hide the fact. Or perhaps she was. 

Regardless, the bard looked upon her with melancholy eyes. Indeed, her body was pleading for rest, and as the prisoners clambered into the boat, it nearly pulled her to join them. Yvah was right, and she had really no more stake in staying with the group, having paid off the previous fumblings with the ruffians above ground threefold by now. Gods, has it only been a day or so since their initial encounter? It seemed ages that she'd been with these people, and the half-elf felt it in whatever it was that kept her feet firmly in place, even as she was receiving her pardon. After a moment of silence, simply watching the excess of their party board the vessel, Ary gave a small shake of her head, resolution spawning from somewhere in her conscience. 

"Don' be so dramatic," she said in a similarly hushed voice, though hers maintained a tone of finality to it as she continued, only looking to Yvah towards the end of her thought. "I didn't come this far with you all to not find any conclusion to whutever the hell it is yer after. Call it curiosity." Araery's face shifted into the softer expression she'd held as she played for them all in the cathedral, and her volume dropped just slightly lower as she spoke only to the lass now. Her eyes responded to the feline's guilt with an inexplicable, nurturing gaze. "Besides. I won' let your friend have died fer nothin'. We go on."