[it's good that he fills in the silence with some random anecdote of the most mundane of things, as solvunn is happy to oblige them with. she's half listening at first, but then she pays attention; grasps onto his words, and lets the memory of their amazing failure wash over her.

(it is funny as hell, looking back.)]

In what world are lawn gnomes good luck? [her brows furrow, questioning. it's not tradition in sokovia, but she doesn't know if it's tradition anywhere else either. except maybe nero's world, looks like.] —where did you read that from?

[leaning into him a bit more, and using him as support, wanda pushes herself up and onto her feet. she feels a little... wobbly, but she's managing.]

I got into a fight. [she starts. granted, getting into a fight in the horizon is debatable, considering how particular things are within it. still.] He made me remember — Vis. That I lost him. [she squeezes his hand tightly,] And I... I let my powers...

[she shakes her head slightly, trying to pull away now. she can stand on her own two feet. her voice is quiet, heavy with emotion—sorrowful, pained.]

I almost lost control again.