The stark reality of death is staring her in the face through the three persons lying broken and motionless in front of her, each different, yet it is clear that they are related. She presses her fist to her mouth in a valiant effort to stay the tears that are threatening to come, and years of practice keeps the emotion in its place--hidden until the proper time, and this is not that time. After all, she is Susan Pevensie, and one's reputation is all one has in a moment like this.