It might; leaving didn't mean she lost that support, only that she wasn't constantly reminded of how much she needed it. After a while, knowing she could call home for a shoulder to cry on was more comforting than being at home had been, and not being surrounded by sympathy and markers of loss made it easier to believe that her life wasn't over. She couldn't have gotten to the point where she was able to live alone without her family. But it was being alone that really pushed her past the raw edge of her grieving.

More or less.

Sometimes it still catches up with her.

"It's all right. I don't mind talking about it," she replies quietly, with the slightest of smiles. It's a distant expression, not really meant for him.