Maya sat there, holding her shoulder, her fur and skin singed, leaving fleshy burn wounds in spots over her body. She shifted, carefully trying to stand, her knees shaking as she whimpered. Her left leg was bleeding from her thigh, and simply contracting her muscles sent sharp pain through her body. She carefully limped over to where the others seemed to be waiting, glancing between them as they spoke. "We..." she sarted, wincing a bit. "We...are to see...Mother now?" she croaked out, her voice hoarse.