[ there’s a twist of a frown quickly forming, a disjointed mind trying to put together pieces that are too few to make a whole.

so none of this was out of their own free will?

wanda, for an unsteady moment, thinks that maybe in her scramble to bury the darkhold, she had created another hex, something dragging her and another town under, rewriting realities over and over again but there is nothing here that supposed that.

she looks down at her hands, fingers no longer shadow-dipped. magic, still, no longer answers, before her eyes flick back to aerith, who had seemingly moved away from the archway.

she wonders if she deserves anyone’s concerns after everything she’s done. ] I’m fine, [ she says. she’s not, but that’s not the point. she doubts anyone would be given the context. ] Just disoriented. I — was on a snow covered mountain before waking up here. [ that seems a gross understatement, but it would have to do.

still, the girl approaches and offers something kind and wanda’s fight deflates further. ] I’m Wanda.

So, it seems we’re both a little — displaced. [ answers would be nice, of course. but wanda’s expression softens, a fraction, turning to watch Aerith a little closer. ] Are you alright?