Wanda wouldn’t press or force anything from Sam. Something haunted the other woman, like a shadow looming behind her. They all had their shadows, their darkness, but it was how they faced those weaknesses that showed the world who they were. There were those who crumpled under the weight and those who didn’t.

In Wanda’s mind it was that simple.

Her statement had been specifically phrased, like everything that Wanda said. It will be okay. That didn’t mean that it was okay now or that it had to be okay now. Just that there was a promise of tomorrow and the day after and then after that. As long as you didn’t stop fighting, there would always be more days.

Wanda wasn’t sure if it was for better or worse but it was something.

"Do you need help finding anything?" She stepped forward and then faltered. Wanda knew that she’d hurt her ankle but she hadn’t realized how bad it had been injured. When she put her weight on it she felt her body almost buckle, barely catching herself before she hit the ground.

So much for comforting words.