"How the hell should I know when you won't tell me!?" She needs the information to make a plan. Figure out who to ask for help. She has to try! Her expression darkens at the thought that she's making this worse. "Can't isn't an option. He's going to be fine. " He has to be fine.

And then she just goes from dark to stabbed-me-in-the-guts in no time flat. Her hands grip the arms of her chair and she averts her gaze like she's the one getting grilled here. "Yeah, I told him. I had to tell him. I tell him everything!"