Like a voice at the back of my head, but not always.

[there were limits, parameters, and it's fair to think that soris had more on her divine plate to do than to just hang around wanda. she listened when wanda needed her, and that much was—strange as it may seem—comfort enough. wanda moves the bundle closer to herself, but shows no impatience in needing to leave right away.

a light frown on her expression, she looks back at himeka.]

Right now? I think it's... understanding. How my magic differs from the one she gives me. There's something else, too, and that might be what's making me sick.

[she quickly raises a hand.]

I'm fine right now. Don't worry. I won't be passing out on my way to the shrine.