She starts to grow a little angry; not at him, obviously, but simply anger at the unfairness of the situation. "Why didn't he tell me? He knew I loved him, but... he wouldn't ever say! I'd have done anything for him, I would have died for him, and been happy to do so!" As she yells, sobbing into his shoulder, her powerful fists pound into his back, knowing she can unleash a tiny bit of her fury on him, without hurting him.<br/><br/>"I only wish I could've told him... in person... that he could've told me." She shudders, and resumes sobbing, falling quiet, again. While she won't fall asleep, she does grow quieter and still, over the next half an hour, getting as close to sleep as she's likely to get, emotionally exhausted.