The one Patronus had taken a good deal out of her. She'd no happy thoughts to bolster her, and even though there were no dementors about she felt as if the life had been sucked out of her. Every time her eyes fell on her mother's body she felt as if she was losing something else. She could barely move, certainly couldn't get up. Staring was just... easier.
Eventually there was a thump somewhere towards the back of the house. Likely the kitchen, where she'd entered hours ago. Dora groped around for her wand, but she failed completely with the tears blurring her eyes. She tried to wipe her face instead, though there was little she could do about the state she was in. Her gulping sobs would have been obvious to whoever was entering the house. She hoped it was Remus.