Anaya watched Shawn from across the campfire.  As much as she was able, she understood his grieving, but she could not make him understand that.  She sighed and stoked the campfire a little higher, then filled another bowl with beans.  She took them over to Shawn and held them out.  "You need to eat."  She said softly, but firmly.  "I don't feel much like it either, but it will keep up your strength.  Claire would want you at your best for tomorrow."  She had eaten little, but enough.  She also offered him a water bottle.  She heard  muffled chuckling and gave a side-long glance to some of the girls.  There were only four of them left, aside from Anaya, and they seemed to find it amusing how much care she was taking with Shawn.  Anaya's mouth tightened, but she didn't reprimand them.  She was taking no more care with Shawn than she did with them, and she certainly was not going to elaborate on the affects of grief on one's appetite with them.  In some ways, she knew these girls and understood them well.  Then in other ways, far more remote than hardened physiques and tough emotional barriers, there were things about her that she knew they would<span style="font-style: italic">never</span>understand.<br/><br/>Returning to her place across the fire, she tried vainly not to allow her thoughts to go back to her mother and Martin... They were approaching the city already and their house was not far from the city limits.  She didn't suppose she could avoid going to the house to at least check and see if anything remained... She was wary of the 'welcome' she would receive if anything was still alive, though she suspected it wouldn't be pleasant.  But at least she would know... then there was the hospital... For all she knew, her mother was still there, though they may have released her by now.  She hoped they had.  She felt a chill in the night air and wrapped her arms around her knees.  Once again she contemplated striking out on her own.  The girls were nothing for comfort and hardly anything for company, and Shawn was lost in his own pain.  She didn't usually care for company, but they were abrasive and right now even their giggles and noises were aggravating.  She wanted to be alone.