Aaron nods in candid agreement of Celestia's argument. Despite the shadowy predators closing in, he feels slightly safer than before-- York is trying to keep everyone calm and Celestia is acting as the face of this little party, he's adding his own pale pink glow to her white one now that he has something concrete (ha) to focus on.

"And I don't think the rules you've made are very fair to begin with," he says, glaring down a oaur if empty eyes. An enemy you can see is a lot less scary than one that you can't.