Pulling back a little awkwardly, listening to his words and feeling the magic unspool itself from the chaotic kaleidoscope of spells and mesmerisms, Wanda sits back. Somehow, they've ended up on the floor of the house she's created from her imagination. Istredd's understanding of what's happening to her and the world is a precious anchor, invaluable in what it offers.

She manages to look back at him, as he makes a promise to her.

A promise that she will master her powers in time.

"That's what I fear," she replies, hands flat on the floor as she pulls herself up to sit straighter, glancing about. She grips onto a bookshelf, holds fast to it, rises to her feet. "Mastering them might make me — something else entirely."