She was empty.
The days were empty, nothing to do but search and come back with empty hands. Then she just became an empty girl, scarcely an echo of what she was before.
He was missing.
Missing was a big word. Missing meant that you were probably dead, probably with an enemy somewhere, fighting anywhere. When the gods could not find you, then you were Missing. Missing a part of you, missing a memory, missing a person.
Her heart was broken.
It had shattered, one tiny little crack at a time that made it tremble and quake in her chest, before collapsing, the shards sticking everywhere, so that she was constantly in pain. She was the broken girl with the broken heart.
He was gone.
And as far as she knew, he may never come back. And he would be gone for so long that it would be like he was never there at all.