"Spring is wonderful," she agrees quietly. At least, when she was home it was. "But I... I can't face it without them. I can't celebrate the coming of Spring without them. I can't... I can't--"

Her hands fly to her face as she tries in vain to hide the tears that are suddenly making their way down her cheeks. This is certainly not what she wants to be doing right now. He's being so kind and comforting, he's trying to raise her spirits by talking about her family. She certainly managed to sink that ship quickly.

It takes a minute, but she does get enough control to finish her thought for him in a very soft, somber tone.

"I can't face the coming of Spring when it means I have to spend my birthday alone." Finally, the heart of the matter.