"I don't know. I guess I just have to wait." Anna didn't think there was anything she could do. She was going through something like PTSD and there wasn't really any cure for that. She didn't know how to manage it. It didn't dawn on her that she might need meds. "It'll just... get better with time, I guess. That's how it works..." There was a silent question at the end of that last sentence. She had no idea if that was how it worked, or if she'd actually get better. Honestly, most days Anna would be more likely to say that it wouldn't ever get better. She would be crazy forever. They broke her permanently. In her world, Anna had snapped and gotten her Grace burnt out of her body. In this world she was just highly unstable with no idea how to fix it.