Tegan felt astounded by the alien princess. She was so graceful, and her bravery and perseverance filled Tegan with almost jealousy. Tegan would sometimes fume at Nyssa's calmness, because the ocean of grief inside Tegan fill more like ripples in a pond in comparison. How much rage and anger churned inside the alien orphan's mind—her planet gone, and destroyed with no safe way back. And here Tegan sat in the bed they shared together, alone. Crying tears for an aunt felt so pathetic. Tegan had lost a relative. Nyssa lost a world, and didn't even cry a peep. The knife wound in Tegan's chest whenever she thought of her dear aunt Lav—no, the name was too painful—didn't even seem worthwile to talk about in comparison.
So Tegan grieved the only way she knew how, even though none of them deserved it. She raved at the alien Doctor, who was either an uncaring bastard to hungering for new adventure to notice a human in obvious mourning, or a caring idiot who could cross galaxies save the world but couldn't cross a stupid stream of time to save a woman. . She screamed at Adric, who was only interested in the next science experiment. She even snapped at Nyssa, even though she knew that Nyssa was hurting more than Tegan ever would. Nyssa never really raised her voice at Tegan's occasional tirades, on those days when a memory would flash by and Tegan would remember going to a green luscious park and eating some ice cream with her aunt, and the pain had to come out somehow. The princess's warm piercing eyes seemed to have a sense of recognition of the pain Tegan was going through, and she would hold Tegan sometimes during those bad days. Some days, even that didn't help. But it helped most days.