[wanda can almost barely contain herself from laughing at his questions, but there's something instead firm about the smile on her face. they are questions enthused forward by someone who means well.

that much is a lot of what magic is. good intentions—which cannot be forced, no matter how much one may try.]

You don't need to know the name, but yes—I suppose you could say they have feelings. Just not quite as dimensional as those you and I feel. [they will not wilt over someone not knowing their names.] You're doing great.

[a light breeze helps the nature around them stir a bit, and wanda takes note of a bud unfurling slowly. she cannot tell if it's being boosted by her magic, which is thus being boosted by carl's own attempts at it, but she wants to reckon that it's quite something.]

—don't push yourself.

[is what she says, pressing a gentle hand onto his back.]

It takes practice and building stamina for it. You never want to run yourself dry when trying out spells, otherwise you'll just collapse. [once he opens his eye, she motions around.] Some buds opened up.