He helps her stand up and embraces her for a long moment before moving, showing her with his warmth that he's right here and not doing whatever her nightmare had shown her. "Of course. Let's go to the kitchen together."
Once they've made their way through the halls and to the kitchen, taking only a moment to bring up the warm candlelight and hearth fire, he puts on the kettle and selects the tea blend he'd been thinking of. No need to conjure what they already have.
"Hungry for magic," he muses. All right, he can see why that might be a concern to someone like him, who's made entirely of the stuff. "That certainly sounds like nothing native to the woods, not that I know of. Is it an interloper, do you think? Something brought by the storm? Or does it bring the storm?"
Slowly Wanda relaxes. He's here and himself, not some golemic shell. She hasn't failed him and she won't. Still, it helps to keep a hand on him at least, and when she does finally have to release him so he can make their tea, at least she can sit close to the hearth. It's hard to be worried about some unknown dark force in the mundane surroundings of her kitchen.
"I don't know. There are creatures in the fae realm like this but it felt...different. It isn't a creature of Winter. It was...wrong." She shivers at the memory despite the warmth of the hearth. "I don't think it wants power. It didn't attack me, but it felt like it was drawn to my life and my power. Like if it couldn't have either, my fear was enough." Which would also explain the nightmares. "Maybe it is still attached to me in some way and I didn't notice, but I felt so much better once I got home."
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Once they've made their way through the halls and to the kitchen, taking only a moment to bring up the warm candlelight and hearth fire, he puts on the kettle and selects the tea blend he'd been thinking of. No need to conjure what they already have.
"Hungry for magic," he muses. All right, he can see why that might be a concern to someone like him, who's made entirely of the stuff. "That certainly sounds like nothing native to the woods, not that I know of. Is it an interloper, do you think? Something brought by the storm? Or does it bring the storm?"
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"I don't know. There are creatures in the fae realm like this but it felt...different. It isn't a creature of Winter. It was...wrong." She shivers at the memory despite the warmth of the hearth. "I don't think it wants power. It didn't attack me, but it felt like it was drawn to my life and my power. Like if it couldn't have either, my fear was enough." Which would also explain the nightmares. "Maybe it is still attached to me in some way and I didn't notice, but I felt so much better once I got home."