[ Natasha absorbs that information with a hint of surprise, pulling back to study Wanda's face, even while keeping the other woman's hand tucked warmly in her own. A point of contact, a grounding - what little she can offer. ]
One of your sons is here? A Summoned?
[ Even if he came from another world, that didn't change the fact that he was still, in some way, Wanda's son. ]
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One of your sons is here? A Summoned?
[ Even if he came from another world, that didn't change the fact that he was still, in some way, Wanda's son. ]