[wanda's expression and general demeanor shifts noticeably when natasha mentions a familiar name. istredd, yes, a mage friend of hers. is that how he introduced himself?

a light smile plays on her features, and wanda sets the book back on the bookshelf to take a (proper) seat near the other woman.]

He's another empath, like me. We can communicate with our minds differently from — whatever magic is used to connect all of us. It isn't words on our vision, but a conversation in our minds.

[needless to say, it's clear to see that wanda is happy to have found who is very much like herself: weird, in their own right, but who can communicate with her own means, too.]