Still in shock, her jaw quivered in astonishment before the young mother finally managed to stammer out a string of coherent words,
"I-I'm still alive?" She stuttered as she carefully inspected every nook and cranny of her body with growing disbelief.
Seemingly forgetting something important, she tensed up and jerked her head around to check on her two sons. She was immensely relieved when she found that both children were frightened, but didn't have so much as a scratch on them.
"Thank God you're okay!" She sobbed as she pulled them into a tight hug. As they returned to the reassuring embrace of their mother's arms, the frazzled nerves of the two boys gave way and they also melted into tears, bawling loudly.
"Damn it, I hate brats." Grash groused as he scratched his head aggrievedly.
Sensing the giant's disapproving gaze, the two kids stiffened and immediately stopped sobbing their heads off. Their mother also regained her composure. Bowing to Jake, she humbly thanked him.
