Well, we're all a little mad. Some more than others. By some, I mean me. Maybe you'll come to a different conclusion, the more you know me, but I hope not.

[ He teases with a gentle smile. Oblivious as he can be at times, the Doctor does take note of her overall demeanor, though. And as he's aware of his own recent missteps in their conversation, he can only guess at the idea perhaps she's guarding herself in some way. Something to ponder, the better he knows her. Oh, but that's what he loves so much about people; the complexities in them, the endless stories they have to tell. Sometimes, he's lucky enough to be given the gift of hearing those stories.

For now, he's grateful for this particular gift. A place in her garden. ]

A beauty, that raven. Enough that I'll have to think on a name. Something worthy!

[ There's something important he's missing, though, in all of this, and his thoughts pivot back around at last — ]

Thank you, Wanda Maximoff, for the gift of your garden.