[wanda knows that they sit on the verge of something that is about to spill—in this case, words from istredd, to explain why he is feeling this particular way. as he leans over his knees, wanda does not follow; instead, she reaches foward with a hand, rests it over his back.

feels his emotions, his entirety—forces back onto him the warmth of their friendship, too.]

It seems that these memories we acquire through dreams of our future are never quite the bearers of good news.

[there is grief, certainly. her curiosity is piqued, though.]

You both did, at the same time?