[wanda sees as he places the rune into his pocket, already certifiably keeping to his promise to her of keeping it on him. she smiles lightly, and then tucks herself against him, leaning onto him, head on his shoulder.

she reaches for one of his hands, holds onto it, fingers lacing together.

they can stay here together for a while longer.]

Have you thought of a name for the raven that helped you before? It's been knocking at my window on the Horizon for a few days now, but I don't have an answer for him.