Tyron seemed slightly puzzled by the turn of events, though as Mara went through her transformation, he sheathed his sword. He made his decision as the mist began to clear from the air. "I'm going to see if there are any survivors." He spoke as one of the others went to help the now unconscious girl. He looked to the woman who'd checked Mara and seemed to be somewhat unnerved. "You're a healer, are you not?" He asked calmly. "I'm going to do my best to help the injured to somewhere safe, but I don't have any actual skills. Where do you need me to get the injured?" He asked, already starting in the direction of the village as not to waste any time.