[ She echoes the words, clinking her glass against Wanda's with a smile as she savors the first sip with a contented sound. She lets the quiet fall between them for a moment, because this entire place seems to have that sort of atmosphere about it.
But she's listening intently when Wanda does choose to speak again. For a moment, she stares out into the woods, cataloging what she wants to say and how to say it. But when she glances over at Wanda, it's with a small smile and a fond look in her eye. ]
Will you tell me about them?
[ A request, one purposefully worded. If it's too painful for Wanda to speak of them, she won't press. But if she feels open to sharing a peek into that life, Natasha is happy to listen. ]
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But she's listening intently when Wanda does choose to speak again. For a moment, she stares out into the woods, cataloging what she wants to say and how to say it. But when she glances over at Wanda, it's with a small smile and a fond look in her eye. ]
Will you tell me about them?
[ A request, one purposefully worded. If it's too painful for Wanda to speak of them, she won't press. But if she feels open to sharing a peek into that life, Natasha is happy to listen. ]