Am I allowed to hate the forest now, Irraly? Aradia thinks to herself. Stupid mummies. And giants. And now I'm about to add spiders to that list. Why couldn't we have gone adventuring in a nice cozy cave? Something with walls? A ceiling, perhaps? All this openness is... terrifying.
Aradia looks around with visible worry, seeing no clear path through the mess of trees and webs. In draconic, since now everyone around can understand it, she whispers. "Right... I'm fine with any plan that involves finding the others and getting away from here. Lead on Irraly, you seem to have a plan."
The shaman shivers a bit, but whether from the location or the cold is hard to tell.