Wanda nodded, she knew as much, but she also knew that when the time came she had to do whatever she could to help her brother. With her condition she'd neglected him, neglected family, and Wanda had to make amends for that. Hopefully, she'd be able to reclaim her soul sooner rather than later. "You're right," she agreed, and made no more promises for now. A nurse came in then to check her vitals and try to persuade her to sleep, politely asking her guest to leave. Wanda told Wicked goodbye and then closed her eyes, knowing that sleep would not arrive on its own. There was too much on her mind, still too much to worry about.