"Home. I was home. They took me! I came to you and they took me!" She couldn't blame him right now. She wasn't mad at him, she was terrified. She was worried about him. She saw everything they did to him (and then some, probably, playing off the way it obviously hurt her) and now all she could think of was making sure he was okay.
Until his hands brushed over the wounds on her back. Anna cried out, back bowing inward, throwing herself backward, dropping the rest of the way down the stairs.