"Yeah," she says with a nod. "The boys...?" She's asking if they're asleep, it's the only reason she's hesitating. She's so fucking tired of all of this, she has been for years, but anything she can do to protect her children from this-

This hell that they've gotten themselves into, no matter how they try and get out--

She's got blood everywhere because she did a good thing, and she knows that, but jesus, after the kitchen, she never wants Thomas or Abel to see blood on her ever again, it feels like.