Decry

The time for crying and decrying was over.

When she made up her mind to do something, it would be done. He'd never known anyone like that -- other than himself, perhaps. True, she had her own methods, her own timetable, her own style, and all were very different from his own, but hey, what was the use in splitting hairs? He could trust her, he realized that now. In the end, that was what mattered most.