She is disheartened, hopeless because of something that I can't guess at, cold and shivering and white because of a FEAR of something.

She is a woman.

You are a man.
Are YOU afraid ?" "No, not afraid, M'sieur.

It is her grief that hurts me, not fear.

If it would help her I would let you take this knife at my side and cut me into pieces so small that the birds could carry them away.