Her expression softens considerably as he holds her gaze. "I know," she says after a minute. "I should have known better." He'd found her once before when all hope had been lost, hadn't he? Wanda can't say that she fully understands the strange connection between them, but it's a beautiful, delicate thing.

...and it's also put him in danger on her behalf again. She wants to throw her arms around him, hold him close, and promise that Ross will never get his hands on Vision as long as she's alive. But the reality is that she can't stand on her own right now and she couldn't even protect herself. So instead she's left with a mess of emotions to sort through, and the only thing that's for certain is that she dreads the moment when she has to release him so he can turn his attention to the medical supplies.

She's not looking forward to this part - no matter how gentle Vision is, it's still going to hurt. But Wanda turns her head in silent assent to offer him easier access to the burn on the right side of her neck. "I trust you." And though she winces at that first touch and her fingers tighten their grip on the blanket, she doesn't pull away.

After a moment she chances a sideways glance at him. "Is it...is it bad?"