For a moment she wants to weep at the simple fact of his kindness and caring, at Reepicheep's alarm and determination to support her, at the worry she kens 'Bert and Alain and all their friends who know of her trouble are feeling.

(my grief - you are the source of it)

Tears fill the fog-gray eyes, but she shoves them back, giving into anger instead. "It's not fair. Oh, and well I kennit that naught about ka is fair, the greedy cruel thing, but it's not right that thee should be troubled so!"