Mael had been in something resembling a trance when she attacked the creature, and was torn out of it by the sound of Sarah screaming. Her vision cleared, and she looked down at the creature she had killed, her vines and thorns growing into and through it. She made a disgusted face and pushed it away, the vines breaking off of her and consuming the corpse. She stood shakily to her feet and looked around, taking a grim satisfaction in the deaths of the rat men. She raced to Tyger's side, looking with concern upon the unconscious form of Sarah. "She is hurt. Will she be alright? I am sorry. I thought I could help but now my friends are hurt. I have failed." She hung her head and placed her hand on Sarah's arm, squeezing it. She had already grown fond of the girl, and it caused her great distress to see her hurt. The feeling in her gut made her sick. It reminded her of feeling the spirits of the forest dying, and a tear rolled down her cheek. "I don't want her to be hurt. She must get better. We must get her better." She said, her eyes darting between her new friends, hoping they knew what to do.<br/><br/>She tried to calm herself as they followed Andrew out of the tunnels. She liked being underground, but that tunnel now felt like the rat men, and their foulness corrupted the things she loved. She didn't want to be close to them.