Sorrow does nothing until it is turned into a request that a specific person can grant or refuse.
Speaking a want out loud to someone with power removes the option of going back to merely feeling it. Months of prayer and fasting produce a state that can be repeated indefinitely; the same grief pointed at a king becomes a departure date, a road, timber, and a job.
Asking to be sent is a decision about identity before it is a request for resources, since whoever has asked can no longer be the one who merely cared about the ruins. Those months turned into a wall only when they were pointed at other people's safety. Keep the sorrow unspoken and it lasts as long as the rubble does.