Anyone who didn't know them would hardly be able to tell that the boys were having a hard time with this. Marie might not really know them, not yet, but she knew enough, and she could feel that aching of grief that was beginning to wrap around their chests. It was a feeling she knew intimately from when her own mother had passed, and later her father. It wasn't something she would have wished on anyone, but it was something that they all had to face eventually.

Moving closer to the bed, Marie leaned in to gently set a hand on Sarah's arm, another up on her shoulder. She didn't know if the woman could hear her, hadn't known with her mother either, but that wasn't going to stop her from making the promise she owed the other woman. "Bucky won't be the only one looking out for your son, Mrs. Rogers," she said in her soothing southern drawl. "I'm gonna be there for both of them. We're family now, and I'm gonna take care of them for you, I promise, no matter how hard they make it."

Bending down, she pressed a soft kiss to the other woman's cheek before stepping back again, staying out of the way so they could finish their goodbyes.