You are damned if you do, and damned if you don't - if she stays home, yearning, remembering, crying - she's not doing what Aslan asked of her. But if she goes out to breathe, to dance, to experience, making the best of what she's got - her siblings look at her like she's a traitor, like she shot them in the heart.

Why was it so hard for them to understand, why couldn't they see that the never ending mourning was choking the life out of her?