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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"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."