Ari/Drake/Nate
He sat up and shook his head. "I'm good," he said, coughing. He might have missed the wave of fire, but the smoke that had accompanied it wasn't as easily dodged. After he could breathe, he wrapped his arms around Ari and pulled her in for a hug before pushing her back and looking her over. "Are you okay? What are you even doing out here?"
The area was clear of enemies for the moment, but he couldn't be sure how long that would last. There were a few more questions he wanted to ask - specifically about the fire-breathing whatever that was - but now wasn't the time. Ari looked shaken up enough without him needing to add to it. "We've got to get you out of here," he told her firmly, moving to stand.
His ankle twinged with the sudden pressure. "Tipsy tonberry," he muttered, trying to figure out a way to balance without putting additional duress on his brand new injury. "Chubby chocobo." This was just his week.