Madge was still adjusting, and had a feeling that she would be for some time. It hadn't been easy for her, arriving here and learning that her family was dead...and that she was dead. It was a terrible thing to learn, and she was still trying to come to terms with it.
Then there were her physical injuries. They ached in the back of her mind all the time, and although she was getting better it would be some time before she was up to full strength again. She hated that, but there was very little she could do about it. It took a certain amount of time to heal, and she'd just have to let that time pass.
Coming into the kitchen, she crouched down beside Gale to look in the oven.
"Are you sure?"
She didn't really know how to tell, and the last thing she wanted to do was make them sick.