Glen offered to help Lyla onto her feet, though she didn't quite hear what he said to her. Probably something about if she was okay or not. Which was a silly question. Physically, she was fine. Unfortunately, the mind tended to be a bit more fragile. She'd seen her own share of violence in her days, but she'd never watched a woman get torn limb from limb. That wasn't human. People didn't eviscerate families in the blink of an eye and then barrel through a wall to continue on a rampage. What did you even classify that as? Monster, was the only thing that her brain could latch on to. She passed a shaking hand through her curls, clearing her throat as she tried to find her voice. "We're okay." She managed softly.