Masks 2

Fuck, okay. Fire, even from her, is just fire. Lame, but expected.

THIS is her time to shine, though! Trauma? Oh, that's what Zil's best at. Specifically the physical sort! Of course, she's only ever healed a wound on herself this bad before, so this would be a fun experiment!
Rushing over to Maria, Zil stoops down, examining Maria's torso. If any organs had fallen out, she'd go ahead and just...put those right back where they belonged.
Then she pulled out duct tape and-

Just kidding!

She smiles as she looks at Maria, setting those big, glowing hands on her horrible, gaping wound and setting them to GENTLY WARM. Just like Abuela's tortillas. Not that she could feel anything through the shock right now.
"Hey, hey, hey! Look, you're gonna be okay. We sorta need you for this. So, uh. Keep everyone safe, okay? Not that you need to be told that. You're...super good at it. Okay. Hold tight! Bite something that's not your tongue!" Only it comes out, blub, blub, blub.
Then, she's going to put all of her focus and energy into her hands, focusing on knitting Maria's torso back together. Starting with the organs. She knows all the bits that are supposed to be there, and she closes her eyes to imagine each part individually in her head, re-stringing sinew after, figuring how much blood might be there...

Though she knows the consequences of this, too! It was going to drain her hard, and if she had enough energy to not pass out like what happened last time, she'd turn back into a tiny woman, if only to make it easier for someone to move her.