[that's good— that's going to have to good enough for right now. wanda draws her hand away from his cheek, lets it smooth out over his shirt. she can feel it—this tension in his thoughts, the somber pull of guilt over him. as much as she knows where this is coming from, she hates to see it reflected in him.

the two of them, battered and bruised by their circumstances, with the potentiality of finding themselves unmoored from one another.

—she's reminded, then—]

I brought something for you.

[it's said in something of a mutter, and wanda pulls away entirely from him to dig her hands into the inner pocket of her vest. for all that she didn't reply to his message, for all that she hadn't sought him out, she sure did bring something for him. in her hands is a pouch, velvet to the touch. wanda sits on the ledge of the outlook, hoping he joins her at her side.]

I... was thinking of ways to make it easy for you to learn them.

[she puts the pouch over one of his hands, wherein he'll find small wooden pieces, runes carved onto them; turned over, the runes are protruding. two different tactile methods.]

Or you can just use ink to stamp them on surfaces.