[ he doesn't need to say much for her to sense the air of stubbornness he holds. if she were to set his voice aside and blur the details, wanda would see something too familiar in front of her, someone shaped like her brother, all bruised up and unbothered by the beating he'd received all for their sakes or, more commonly, hers.

when he begins to rise, saying nothing about the assistant she offers, she steps closer anyway on instinct, the memories of a brother still bruised up from fighting with an arm full of stolen sandwiches for their dinner still fresh on her mind when she takes hold of the man's wrist to help him on his feet.

(she tries to shake the thoughts away as quickly as she can, aware that physical contact here isn't always the best for preserving privacy.)

palm against his elbow, wanda braces herself on her feet to be a proper support. ] You should take it slow. It would be more troublesome if you just dropped all over again. I have a feeling they'd be less concerned about you than just making sure their floor was clear of your corpse.