Her arms hurt. Survival stuff sucks. Like, it's survival and on some level it's neat? But also she's out of shape and this is hard and she had to get up well before noon for this and hasn't recovered.

So that tiny little spark is like the most exciting thing that's happened in weeks. "Oh my god! Oh my god oh my god. Wait." Tail flicking back and forth as she goes, Mae plucks up the bowl and hastily moves the ember to the tinder and then blows like all of the air needs to leave her lungs immediately.