She looks sadly at her brother.  It seems that their chances of returning to a normal life are decreasing ever more rapidly.  She runs a hand over his wet hair, smoothing it gently.  Her eyes fall on her son, then on his father once more.  "So we need to move on with you, at least to the next stop?"  She looks seriously at him, hoping that that's all they'll need to do.  To move and start over again.  She's about to ask something more when Brian stirs slightly.  Her attention turns back to him, hoping he's ok.