Marcus is small, and every movement he makes is quick and afraid, like a bird. Sometimes being near him makes Regan so tired. He must be exhausted, all the time, to be so high strung. She hadn't really noticed it until she'd come back here.

When Martin comes outside to sit with him, he smiles wanly up at him. Regan is just a dozen or so feet away, pulling sheets off the line to fold. There's a lot more laundry to do, too, so she's trying to help out a lot more. She brings the basket of sheets over to them and gestures for each of them to grab one to start folding.