Last night was something of a blur to you.
How could you have been prepared for it? Even without the certainty that your planet's fate hangs by a mere thread, you've always had a keen awareness that your whole world would eventually be compromised. That one night, you would lose everything, by the will of forces you never understood.
There's a part of you that insists you should be grateful your assumption was wrong, that she's still here with you, but it's hard to be enthusiastic in the midst of such upheaval.