Natasha gives a soft, thoughtful hum as she stares into her wine for a moment, taking stock of his words. "When we first found Wanda, all of us thought she was the first - and only - of her kind. I still think, in some ways, that might be true - at least where we come from. Her differences have been a challenge for her and learning... has mostly been through trial and error, I'm afraid. We helped where we could, but there was only so much assistance we could offer when none of us could wield magic like she could. Or at all, in my case." Her lips quirk ruefully at that admission. "I'm grateful she's found a teacher here, so thank you."

She doubts her thanks means much, as they're very much strangers, but she wants to express it all the same. Wanda finding a kindred soul is... just about everything she'd hope for her, honestly.

She reaches out to take the book he offers her with interest, glancing through the first few pages and relieved that it does seem to be the introductory types of lessons she needs to start off on. Although her head comes up at his statement, one eyebrow arching upwards.

"You're taking on students?"