She was so unused to being touched, she couldn't relax when Martha touched her, it bothered her. Merope frowned to the statement of them all being together, because she felt that she was alone and they were together. "...I feel all alone. No one wants my company really, but it's okay, I can be alone." Merope knew this to be true, she'd been abandoned and most found her so strange that getting to know her was much too difficult. Ever since she followed Sam to that group, she regretted it, all those people giving her weird stares, making her feel unwelcome.
Merope's mental state was not in any kind of stable condition, she felt most cases of company were charity cases. Which this seemed to be, but she couldn't go another day in this kind of agony.
Martha gently asked her to lay down and she nodded, her gaunt shape laid back with a sharp groan, finding it hard to relax on her back. "I miss my baby, I miss him so much." Merope shifted until she was as comfortable as she could get and closed her eyes.