She's listening, and carefully, but at this stage of the explanation it can only go over her head; she wants things to make sense in the way of a fundamental law of the universe, and they won't, and they're not going to. Even after the clamorous entrance of the True Fae into everything, up to and including her own mind, any explanation that hinges on some variety of "magic" won't be the first thing she thinks of.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean." Her brow furrows: Anna has less experience controlling her own frustration. At least the Huntress no longer whispers to her when she does not ask it, or this would be even harder. "Sharing your life with another... someone was able to use that to harm you?"