Fatigue crept in past the worry, and Anna nodded, then jerked back sharply in her chair with a low, exhausted, almost resigned noise that was somewhere between a moan and a yelp when Leah dashed into the room.
The flicker of adrenaline was barely sufficient for even that much energy, and she slumped against Roy again. "Well, before Pearl, I don't care where I go, the Nova or Amestris, just so long as I can get a shower and fresh clothes. Blood-crusted jeans are worse than wool for itchy."