[The waves become choppy enough to make the boat rock. Still pretty weakened from her numerous fights, Grell simply looks on from her ship as the fortress crumbles, a blanket wrapped around her. She's cleaned up from her wounds, with only a few patches of gauze covering more serious injuries on her neck and forehead. The beauty of everything that sea witch made crumbling everywhere is enough to bring a smile to her tired face.]

Time to go. [She turns to anyone who may be nearby on the deck.] Is everyone accounted for?