Gwen's not sure if Daphne's helping keep her up or the other way around or if they're basically carrying each other down the hall, but she's thankful for it all the same. "It's okay," she assures her. She feels a little woozy now that the fire's out and she can think more clearly, but she's fine and so is Daphne, and that's all that really matters. She steers them toward the stairs. They'll be better off heading down that way and trying to get some fresh air. There probably isn't anything else they can do. "I'm fine and it's out. I can hear the firetruck coming. Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"