Vestil just sits there, looking out from hollow eyes as Warrior accepts the gift. Its head still seems locked on Warrior as the Navi gives his goodbye, but this time it doesn't follow, as though it'd understood what the human Navi's intent was. Step by step, Warrior begins back and Vestil is left in the cold, lonely distance as the darkness encroaches, eventually shrouding the master reaverbot from sight entirely.
On his return, Warrior would find a familiar yet different sight. The main icy room is a bit lighter than before, and Warrior would see a new set of bulky reaverbots at the sides of the room, yet they very obviously look in his direction and go about their business. Above the pillars, two of the chests now stand on two long, spindly legs and seem to look over to Warrior, yet pay him no mind. The razor-sharp snowflake structures in the distance are now nothing more than cross-beams that sit dead and without motion.
This much was obvious; Vestil had cleared the way for Warrior, making his return trip as easy as possible.
And so no obstructions stood before him as he continued back the way he came -- Vestil's final favor.
All told, it was a silent journey that Warrior had made here, but not one without some enlightenment. The Reavers seemed to make a home here and were more or less staying out of trouble -- at first it was concerning that they even still existed, but having been to the depths and witnessing their docility, it was instead comforting to know that they could exist peacefully.
Sharo didn't seem to be suffering from their presence either, as far as he could tell. This continent made it easy to forget about everything happening overseas, but there was a bit more for him to explore before heading back to those countries.
Arbor Woods' nostalgia was calling to him now, so he'd slowly make his way up there while reflecting on everything that had taken place during his time here.