The half-elf, having followed Yvah into the throne room, did her due-diligence by scooping the many coins from the hallowed chair into her pouch, while the rest she piled into her pack. Considerably heavier with the weight of the money, but admittedly feeling a little more satisfied at finally having some sort of tangible reward for all of their troubles, Araerys scratched at her nose as the feline doused the flame.

"Don' think so," Ary replied, having watched the quick turnover of the room. The light was out, as like a final send off for their party, and she motioned for them to follow her back out into the main area until they were all back at the boat that had returned for them. "Suppose it's our turn now." She hoisted herself up into the vessel, waited for the others to join her, before taking a final breath and pushing back into the stream. "Off we go."