In Anna's defense, the list of people for whom she would have this reaction is limited. She cares about Jones, she can admit, and their unexpected friendship. Rosa has her uses. Mina is...gone from the city somehow, and she finds herself thinking of it as a sign of some moral failing on the other woman's part; assigning blame has long been her preferred coping mechanism. Leander she simply forces herself not to think of at all.

Nuala, though-- the Princess has been her anchor here, the one who has kept her safe from herself; a mentor and, in her way, a unique sort of family. The notion of the Princess threatened thus brings out in her a harsh kind of rage, an instinctive and animal fury -- a feeling just familiar enough for her to recognize it as dangerous. With a deliberate expenditure of effort, she very distinctly does not rip out the nurse's throat simply to get in the room faster. (It would be messy. Nuala would disapprove.) Perhaps later she will have time to reflect that the display of fangs was also rather unnecessarily petty.

Once she is past the door, it is...adequately reassuring, finding the Princess alive, and if she is not precisely well, at least recovering. Anna is at her bedside inhumanly fast.

"Your Highness."