Ari/Mag/Drake/Kiernan
Ari was likely the chattiest of them under normal circumstances, but said little as they progressed, keeping herself behind the fighters and maintaining her singing through the chaos of sound reverberating against tunnel walls. A Dark spell hit her side, but she had hardly gasped at the cold, foreign, wrongness of it before she felt her skin knitting around the wound, warm and whole.
That song had been worth all of the mishaps she had survived in perfecting it.
Ifrit was restless in the back of her mind, and as she returned to her endless loops of Requiem, lighting the cave and felling enemies for their advance, she attempted to soothe him as best she could, telling him, Please, please not yet. The need is not yet great enough. Your strength is best saved. Perhaps he would accept tenuous promises of 'later,' which might be a few days down the line. If she could get out of this fight without having to explain herself to yet another person, she would be grateful. Unless their lives were in danger....
The amplifier gave out just as they reached a crossroads, and she spoke for the first time, saying, "I know this cave. Left."
The heart of the cave, where Ifrit had sat, was to the right. She did not wish to meet whatever was occupying his cavern of magma this time.
There are many corners here, Ifrit told her with a humorless chuckle.
She grimaced. Not comforting.
It is not meant to be.
Her hands back on the strings, she resumed her singing as they selected the direction that would - hopefully - take them away from the cause of this debacle.