Mattie couldn't bear to watch Nick's mother burn. It reminded too much of the fresh memory of pouring out gasoline all over the house, of stepping outside and tossing the lit match over her shoulder and just leaving, leaving like she didn't care about her family and all the suffering they'd done in their last hours. It had been like she'd just burned every trace of their lives together and walked away like it didn't matter. It hurt to think about it. 

She watched Nick settle down with a sad gaze. Both of them knew that he wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight, not with what had happened. It made her wish that she'd taken some melatonin pills with her. Melatonin...hah. Horse tranquilizer would be more appropriate to get the job done. Shuddering from the light of the flames and the smell they produced, Mattie took off her jacket and quietly put it over Nick. 

"I know it'll be hard," she whispered to him. "Just try to think of your breathing or some shit."