"I’ll be over there." She pointed to where she was heading before turning to go.

Wanda could relate to the desire to be useful. It was something she wrestled with daily while living in the small lackluster village. They had their abilities and strengths stripped from them and were forced through hardship after hardship. Wanda had attempted to find comfort in small things but that didn’t change the fact of where they were and what they faced daily.

She walked over to the nearest chair, attempting to look as if the injury wasn’t hurting. She didn’t want to appear weak.

She waited for Sam to return, her chin resting in the palm of her hand.