This was a moment when Violet could have easily just hidden in someone's arms until she started to believe that things were going to be okay. Unfortunately, she knew for certain that things were not going to be okay...no matter how long she waited or who she held on to.
Was she going to be all right? It was a good question. Considering that Violet had lost just about everything she depended on for her survival, it was an easy leap of logic to see her doing something horrible to herself. Except that Violet was made of tougher stuff than that. Thus, she managed to get from one crisis to the next without completely falling apart.
"Eventually," that was the only answer she could give him, looking at him out of the corner of her eyes. She could have tried to smile. Could have...didn't. Violet wasn't ready to put a brave face on. She was ready to lie down and cry until there were no tears left. Then she might be able to pick up, wash up, and face the world at large. "Maybe better if I sleep." Her head was suddenly pounding to go along with her tears.