She glanced up, dimly making out his hand and trying to reach back, though it would do them no good. She struggled again a little at his question, but to no avail. "I-I can't. Something's got me stuck down good." She did, actually, hear his question about if she was hurt. And she did, in fact, purposely ignore it. No sense of making either of them panic any more than they were already, right? What good would that do them?

Except...

"Timmy... Timmy maybe..." She cringed. She didn't exactly want to tell him this but... what were exactly the chances of them both getting out of this? He was still just so young! He had to go on. Ma's motherly instincts would go to her grave with her. "Maybe you should go. You can't..." She cringed and trailed off. Luckily for Timon, she was too exhausted and weak to go into a tirade about his life.