Anastasia was spent, she can't move anymore, she can't fight anymore she can't even maintain her eyes open anymore. As the last view before she lost her consciousness was the bright, shining curtain of a white light engulfing her. It was protecting her from the attack of Kwastir.
She was delirious as she couldn't realize where this lustrous light came from. And why it was protecting her. Her eyes were getting heavy from weakness as it was almost half shit but she doesn't want to sleep now. She needs to know who was protecting her. At the last second with her intense struggle to keep herself awake, a soothing voice fell into her ears.
"Lie down, let me do the rest"