[Wanda knew her mythology well enough to ask if it would really be all right for her to accompany him to Muspelheim, but Thor had done so much for her in bringing her to Asgard that Wanda couldn't refuse such a small request. It had been uncomfortable at first, but she'd tried her best to ignore it and push through...and when it became apparent that humans really couldn't tolerate the intense heat of Muspelheim, they weren't exactly in a position where withdrawing was an option.
Wanda doesn't remember very much beyond that, but she's overheard the healers gossiping. Apparently Thor had made quite a scene storming into the palace bellowing for aid. 'Hard to believe she's as powerful as the prince says. Midgardians are so fragile,' one of the voices had remarked. 'But he said she made an entire squad of fire demons disappear.'
If Wanda was in any condition to think straight at the time, she would have been very worried that she can't remember doing that, but as it was, she drifted out of consciousness before the other healer could reply.
Wanda drifts in and out, too delirious to really keep track of anything. She doesn't even wake up when the healers decide her life is no longer in danger and move her back to her rooms.
They've laid her on her bed over her blankets with an enchanted cloth on her forehead, dressed in only enough to make an attempt at preserving her modesty. And still, for several hours she doesn't so much as stir.
Finally, Wanda groans and blinks her eyes open. Everything hurts and it feels like some unseen force is trying to crush her brain. What...?]
Mmmmmm...
[She tries to sit up and immediately regrets even moving her head that one inch.]
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Wanda doesn't remember very much beyond that, but she's overheard the healers gossiping. Apparently Thor had made quite a scene storming into the palace bellowing for aid. 'Hard to believe she's as powerful as the prince says. Midgardians are so fragile,' one of the voices had remarked. 'But he said she made an entire squad of fire demons disappear.'
If Wanda was in any condition to think straight at the time, she would have been very worried that she can't remember doing that, but as it was, she drifted out of consciousness before the other healer could reply.
Wanda drifts in and out, too delirious to really keep track of anything. She doesn't even wake up when the healers decide her life is no longer in danger and move her back to her rooms.
They've laid her on her bed over her blankets with an enchanted cloth on her forehead, dressed in only enough to make an attempt at preserving her modesty. And still, for several hours she doesn't so much as stir.
Finally, Wanda groans and blinks her eyes open. Everything hurts and it feels like some unseen force is trying to crush her brain. What...?]
Mmmmmm...
[She tries to sit up and immediately regrets even moving her head that one inch.]