Wanda stands very still while Mithrax retrieves the hatchling on her shoulder. She's always felt bad that one's left out while the others get all the cuddling and warmth they could want. But perhaps the Eliksni don't see it that way; this seems to be the traditional arrangement for carrying hatchlings.

She'll miss moments like this with these four when they're older, but perhaps they'll make new memories. She wants to see them grow up big and strong someday, though having cared for them herself, it's far more personal than the general good wishes she feels towards all the children of the City.

"You know that I like doing this, yes? It's nice to solve problems with a hug or a song instead of the Void for a change." Would she shirk her duties? Never. But while some Guardians generally have no idea what to do with themselves beyond combat, Wanda craves a softness that she knows she shouldn't want. But here there's a need for softer hearts. It's a strange symbiosis.

"If I am needed I will go but this is important to me too."