She had been glad for him, if not extremely worried about his safety. Jon was comforting and grounding, something she needed as they descended further and further into the depths. But now that they were in the ship, she was anxious, her chest so tight she almost couldn't breathe. The time limit and the sense that something might be there, she could feel her skin crawling. She wanted to be done, but that meant she wasn't searching as carefully as she could be.

"Not yet," she murmured, rifling through the papers, only giving them a cursory scan.

"We shouldn't linger. If mermaids are distracted, we have sharks to worry about. Drogon can't reach us here."