She relaxed into the comforts of her youth, dazzled and bewildered that the people she could not wait to abandon were the only people she wanted to see, and maybe even more, that she had treated them so contemptuously (in her mind, in absentia, but still) and that they still wanted to see her—to be there for her in grief, to comfort her. What is life? Do you see why she was so exhausted?
