Aaron, in the meantime, really wishes he could move his hands without the pain. If he gets attacked by another fiery hell dog he's in a lot of trouble. After a bit of rest he slowly gets his way to his feet. He looks around, then to Darran, and shrugs. He starts to continue forward, what are the chances this entire path is littered with these things?

Then again, his luck really isn't holding up at the moment. Maybe he shouldn't trust it to get them out of there alive. His feet really hurt but not enough to make walking impossible, just uncomfortable. Of all the injuries, though, his mouth being burned is the one that bugs him the most. Mostly because he usually has a lot to say.