Ma was conflicted. Mostly because the lovely outfit that Ratigan had picked out for her and went through an awful lot of work had... quite a unique fate. One that Ma will likely never bring up again because it was just too dreadful. And she thought it was very nice (though she did feel uncomfortable in it, but she was sure she'd adapt eventually), but Timon was simply horrified.

And then there was the other part of how Ma was feeling. That part was winning. She's always been overly happy, and letting everyone know just how happy she was about it - that Timon had friends. So having friends was one thing, but wanting to help them. That was amazing! Ma was so proud of her son. He just kept surprising her with how far he'd come.

"It's so good of you to want to help, Timmy. We'll get her into top shape again, you'll see!" She patted him on the shoulder.

And then Timon was tumbling over himself and she flailed her arms out in panic after him, and if Urd hadn't been able to hear them shuffling through the walls before, it was impossible for her not to hear the exclamation of "Oh, TIMMY!" as Ma chased after where her son fell, patting him down. "Are you alright? You're not hurt anywhere?" She brushed some of the dust out of his fur.

Why Urd, it seemed like you might have an infestation.