After the weapon was taken from Tadgh, Lyla reached out to take his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. She could tell that he was flagging, struggling to even stay focused on his surroundings. "Stay with me, beratna." She murmured quietly, low enough for only him to hear. As they grew closer to the cordon, she noticed that the gunfire was starting to putter out. The gangsters didn't seem to have any interest in engaging with the cops, just themselves. This information was probably important, but Lyla didn't have the mental energy to puzzle through the facts. Much like Tadgh, she was struggling but her eyes were at least focused for now. If she could keep moving, keep thinking about the next step, she would be okay. As soon as she had a moment to stop, she was afraid that she was going to break down.