Anna offers a small smile as she looks at him, and though she doesn't mean to she can't help but look somewhat sad. She's been thinking about this for a while now, and though she hadn't been speaking to anyone so much as thinking aloud, she elaborates anyway. She's not expecting sympathy, but it's worth talking to someone anyway. "I may have miscalculated when taking back my Grace." She shrugs, a small hunched movement, and when she directs her gaze at him it's clear she's worried. "I don't know how long I will be able to run from Heaven for. They're going to come for me eventually."