{ scene } you were torn like a road map and lost in the crowd
After the sudden ordeal in the nexus, it's Ankhenaten who takes the princess back to her castle - where they have been undisturbed, so it's still anyone's guess as to precisely what happened to her brother that has her now seeping blood from an arrow-wound. There are magi and healers and fussing maids (not to mention Lonán, who takes up station outside his lady's chamber with a face like a thunderclap and will not be moved), and Nuala submits herself to their busy hands with poor grace, unwilling to be parted from Ankhenaten or answer many questions. She remains agitated, restless and unhappy, and if she ever discussed it then one might well wonder which edge of which mood is all Nuala and which is run-off from her strong-willed twin.
"I will kill him," she tells Ankhenaten, a few times, very seriously. (What she means is she's afraid. Yes, she knows this well enough to instruct those around her into something that resembles a routine, the ease of forced familiarity, but a hundred thousand years won't be enough for her to shrug off Nuada's injuries. Particularly not when she shares them.)
When as much as can be done now has been done, Nuala consents to be checked upon periodically, argues briefly with a healer who thinks she should be more concerned for her health than what she'll miss in her work while she's on bedrest, and pulls rank to expel everyone bar Ankhenaten - whose help she'll need to get up from the makeshift sickbed in her chambers and up to her own bed, where she can better sulk.