Wilhelm can rest assured that the mist is not something Wanda is consciously controlling, but it probably offers little respite when he is being chased so earnestly by it. It does not bode well to be caught within its asphyxiating contours; not even she can tell what kind of horrors will be lived within it. It is, however, something she is aware is happening as soon as she enters her horizon.

A predator hunting its prey—and she's feeling the surge of emotion from it: the adrenaline, the desperation, the mad dashes to safety that allows for no safe haven. She reaches for it with her mind to pinpoint it in the labyrinthine paths of the forest.

The ground under Wilhelm's feet will give way and have him hurtling downwards into a tunnel, and he lands on soft ground, over a patch of grass and flowers cushioning his fall entirely. Roots and loose rocks decorate the walls of the tunnel.

Shh, comes the hushed command, Wanda's profile in the darkness beside Wilhelm. The red mist passes over the mouth of the tunnel, chasing after the boy that no longer runs to stay away from it, casting them in darkness for a moment. The monochrome-gray pervades, still, even as Wanda turns to worry over him.

Her silence breaks after a moment.

"Are you alright?"