That was her job, in this half of the duo.

The cry was unsatisfying, being as forcibly subdued as it was, but nevertheless somewhat cleansing. She shook against Applejack for a little while, till the worst of the stifled sobs worked their way out, then shook her head roughly. "Stupid Punchy," she muttered hoarsely. "I'll never forgive him just for making me get all wimpy."