While Aris' attire isn't at all impractical for what they're currently undertaking, his white suit is getting blacker and blacker as the ash falls from up above and he looks tense as he takes in their surroundings. It's not that familiar anymore and that's unsettling. But...there's no other choice, is there? They need to rescue their friends and take care of the ones that're still here. He slips the drum stick out of his pocket and turns it over in his hand. It's not the wand he'd assumed it was when he left his dorm earlier tonight, but a tiny makeshift weapon's better than no weapon at all.

Probably.

"Like, avoid the paths?" he asks, gesturing to the writhing vines that seem to be collecting there and waiting for them, "Yeah. We might find more of them if we go the long way around but...maybe's better than definitely, right? We'll be okay if we keep our guard up!" He concludes this with a nod and a smile he doesn't really feel, but...morale's feeling a little low.