[Mia will escape with a sore hip and a couple of bruises, so long as they don't die in this fire. It's alright. She's done her job of catching Maya, somehow, but as she sits up and braces her hand on Maya's shoulder, Mia assesses the situation.]
This... Isn't good,
[She manages, gesturing with the lift of her chin to the fiery not-birds above.]
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This... Isn't good,
[She manages, gesturing with the lift of her chin to the fiery not-birds above.]