Anne's brow knit and she leaned towards him a bit more, her hand still resting against his forehead. Each shaking, hacking breath made her more and more nervous, glancing sharp looks at the healers that surrounded him. In her logical mind, she knew there was nothing more they could do, it was just a matter of waiting and letting him heal.

Still, it didn't mean she had to be happy about it. Anne shook her head and put the slightest pressure on his forehead to keep him down, to keep him settled.

"What you need is to rest and recover your strength, Majesty," Anne countered. "You're in no condition to go anywhere right now. Much less a battlefield."