[ah, steve— she sees the alarm making him tense up, and it takes now for her to realize that the magical and the mystic is not quite his area of expertise, grounded as he is, even with all they've seen. thor took to it quicker, because that's what asgard is.

breathing at a more normal rate now, wanda ponders how to respond to him, standing up from the chair to walk to him and reach for his hand.

scarlet envelops it as she tries to coil her magic around the atoms of the pink goo, collect it into a small capsule, ply it away and off him. it floats momentarily between them, and then wanda's curling her hand into a tight fist, the capsule disappearing into nothing.]

—the arm grew back. It was — a misunderstanding, but it achieved what we wanted.

[something resonated with the shrine.]

We've been told to offer things at the shrines, like food and gifts. It took that to realize that they react to blood more enthusiastically. Perhaps... [hm.] There are rumors of people missing. Families.

[stepping away, wanda ponders this for a moment.]

It might be blood sacrifices, but so far it's just a working theory. We don't know for who or for what, but something has been happening.