Yes.

[A nod of affirmation to accompany her reply, kit in one hand and bottle in the other she pauses awkwardly. People of few words don't trouble her the way they used to - she'd been one of them for a time. Sometimes it's better to let them be than to prod, but not always. It's hard to know which is the better option, or when they truly are saying what they mean. Wondering won't help, though: better to just take a chance and say what she's thinking.]

I know you're very busy, and probably very ...tired, so I won't trouble you again. I only wish to thank you for what you've done for us, for me, all the trouble you've gone---

---are going through.

[Do you have people that check on you? That make sure you've eaten and slept, showered, and maybe had a moment to breathe? How does that work on your side of things? A beat, before she just asks anyway:]

You've been so kind as set out all that food of that for the new arrivals, and for us, too, but when was the last time you ate anything yourself?

[There. It's not help on a grand scale - but it's something.]