Anakin was right. It was really hard, but he was right. And she was supposed to be a padawan. She couldn't act like a little kid all the time. Jedi dealt with adversity all the time. She'd been in a war. She knew the costs. Or, at least, she was supposed to. Master Yoda wouldn't have sent her out there if she'd burst into tears every time someone she'd known was killed.
She was afraid to even ask what happened to her master. Maybe another time. She shook her head when Anakin asked her about ice cream.