after attending to wanda and ensuring she was stable - even going so far as to have a private conversation with her within the astral realm, the sorcerer had found a strong bond with her. but it had come at a price, not his friendship with her, no that was always a key something that he loved to have with his fellow magic-user, but the amount of magic he’d expended over the last week.
wong would have known how bad it was getting for stephen, he’d used his own energy fields, something that most sorcerers under the craft of the mystic arts knew not to do - it would kill them if they used too much, and yet....
sighing, he sat at the steps of the capital building, leaning against them and enjoying the peace and quiet that had been afforded to him. closing his eyes, he sensed the approach of someone near by, raising his brow he continued to wait patiently for a response or a verbal approach before finally speaking; “yes? what is it?”
