There's instant sympathy, instant softening in her face, in her posture. It's not pity because she doesn't want anyone aiming that at her so she makes it a point not to direct it anyone else. It's compassion and empathy, the knowledge that only people with a sick family member understand. It doesn't matter the sickness, it only matters that when something like that happens to someone you're close with, you do whatever yo have to do to make it work, to make them your priority.

"You do what you have to do and you make it work," Lucy says, nodding. "It's never easy but it becomes normal, like you said. You put your own feelings into a box and just focus on what needs to be done. If they need to be cleaned up today, if they need another pillow because they look uncomfortable, if the light's too much, if the temperature's right. Small things that you and I would take for granted for ourselves but not for them."