Once they find themselves back solidly into her house Istredd throws up more mental shields around them, almost cocooning them in the middle, although obviously this is still her domain and her chaos is very strong. If it wants to pound through what he's making, it can, but in some ways it is the illusion of protection that can help keep it steady. He can at least help her slow it down and give her a few seconds to breathe.

The memory is a painful and despairing one and he holds her tightly through it, not being able to give much else right then. This is something that already happened to her and cannot be changed. Grief is constant. He knows he is not Pietro, could never be Pietro, but he tries to offer her support and comfort regardless, even if it isn't his strong suit.

He lets her pull back but holds onto her elbows with his hands, still keeping her close so she doesn't snap away. She needs to hold onto something real or the delusions will come back. Istredd shakes his head.

"Wanda, listen to me. You need to stop and breathe."

He shares with her his feelings, his worry for her, yes, but also a determination, a calm that only comes from years of training and experience, steady despite all the madness going on. He offers her his willpower, his temperance. He cups her face delicately, looking down deeply into her eyes.

"You can't fix it." The magic is her, she would have to fix herself, and that is not something someone can just do. "You can overcome it. You are stronger than the magic, it is feeding off you, not the other way around. It wants you to react. Stay here with me. Just breathe, exist, live."