Lyle frowns at the scene, mostly at the illusionary bodies. They might be masking actual wounded. Of course, any wounded might just disappear from sight. It was so hard to trust anything now.

With his powers gone and his back on fire, Lyle has little else to do but look around for wounded, though. The tiny first aid kit on his belt might not be much, but it's something.

Assuming they even have the luxury of stopping to pull themselves together ...