[He blinks. Oh. Right. The more she does, the less Nero’s sure if Wanda’s magic really has hard limits. But it’s never been his sort of thing to just assume magic’ll fix whatever problem’s come up, either.]

Could, I guess. Does all this magic seriously not tire you out?

[Not that he hasn’t seen her exhausted, but the times where Wanda avoids using magic are pretty slim, if ever. Maybe there’s no toll on her. Guess, in a way, he’s the same. Not much takes a real hit on him unless it’s something dire. Like regrowing an arm.

Never again. Hopefully.

He shrugs one shoulder at her question.] I mean, yeah, I’m not putting up one for any bozo. I’m not about to pray to it or somethin’. It just… fits. Solvunn’s always been about that shit, and it’s not like our recent trips into the woods have done anything.

[Nero pauses.] Guess if I fucked off, I’d wanna be remembered be someone here, too.