Wilhelm just nods. Pride pokes through his expression too, so much brighter than the pale anxiety that used to gather there when he tried to work his magic. At least he has one thing he can feel good about. Though, even this one thing isn't completely safe from the worries that murmur that it won't be enough.

"I was scared of messing up for so long." As he reflects, his eyes idly trace the lines of the garden neatly arrayed around them. A balm for his disorderly mind. "But I think that just held me back. It made it harder to call on the magic, and way harder to control it."

He returns his gaze to Mat.

"What about you?" He gives his shoulder a friendly nudge with his knuckles. "You didn't look too bad yourself."