[wanda remains seated on the ground, surrounded by nature as they are, and watches as carl comes back from his deep focus on his attempted spell. she can tell that he's a little tired from all that, but he should recover easily enough.

maybe that's one thing she should keep in mind teaching others: that magic is finite, and once that threshold is crossed, it can start to take from one's own physical reserves.

a note for later.]

We got nothing but time here, so you can come find me anytime.

[it's nice—spending time with carl like this.]

And I happen to not be busy right now, so— if you feel up to it, you can show me this other thing you can do?