Ari was lucky to be out of the way when the explosion happened - aside from the blast of heat against her face, she came out of it mostly unharmed, which was the main benefit of choosing to support others instead or rushing headlong into danger. The same couldn't seem to be said of Stone, who had jumped in front of her to defend her, or Wil, who had been in the thick of the blast. She didn't want to get close to the construct, but she owed Stone for the cover, and without Wil, they were dead down here; the warrior was an unknown element, and Ari's job, the one she had accepted when coming down here, was to keep their merry band of misfits alive.
She edged around a piece of rubble, trying to maintain her cover until she thought she was close enough. She changed tunes again, raising her voice to a fortissimo to project over the noise of battle, trying to support the sound to push it further. As she sang, making sure to keep Wil and Stone in range, she felt her tiredness melting away, and she knew that any burns or bruises the others had sustained would also fade. Perhaps not entirely, but no injuries would remain that were so severe as to impede them from fighting. And as long as they could fight, she did not doubt that one golem, lightning attacks or not, would fall.