She crossed her arms and nodded. "I think it's safe to assume that not having a soul makes you vulnerable. We need to find out to what." Which Jessica imagined they'd find in one of those old Latin texts--if those were to even be trusted any more. Wanda couldn't have been the only person in this day and age to have lost their soul to a bad spell; maybe someone had the smarts to come up with an up-to-date solution to retrieve it. The point was, they needed to at least know what they could possibly be dealing with and go from there. Jessica sat down beside Wanda and sighed. "We'll figure it out," she assured her. "Hell...you know, I thought I might have a few more decades before I go there, but if a trip there is what it comes down to...fuck," she laughed, grimacing before meeting Wanda's gaze more earnestly. "So be it."