Veronica's reaction to waking up was different, yet the same, as Henry's.
The overriding emotion was happiness at being back in her element, back with her family and the Everafters, back to where she could openly be a fairy tale detective and help them, happy that they were safe and growing well.
Next she was utterly baffled by what had happened. Oz was a tratior and her girls were twelve and almost eight! What?
She was sad, mostly. She'd missed two years of her girl's lives! They were so big, so different! Sabrina looked so strong, like she had a thick shell, like a turtle's, which she'd shoved all her vulnerable points into. Daphne looked angry, for the first time ever. They'd changed, and not the way she'd wanted them to.
There was anger in Veronica, too, though much less than in Henry. She was angry at the caseworker for being evil, at Goldilocks for looking at her husband like that, at the Scarlet something or other for stealing her life, at Oz for betraying her, at her husband for being so stupidly thickheaded!
She was afraid for her baby and the rest of her family, of course, but she could put the fear aside for the slightly more important emotions she felt at the reunion. That was the difference between her and Henry. She knew what was most important.