"It is all awkward," she came to the conclusion out loud. Wanda was a little tense, but she didn't take it out on him. No, this was somehow a part of the culture of this place. She could tell Bucky was feeling awkward about it, more so than she was. Did she necessarily want to do this? Not particularly. The only thing she really wanted was her family.

But she was here now. The only way to potentially go back (or to possibly create her own family again-- or on the slim chance they could somehow bring them from the reality she created) meant adhering to these rules. It was her chance. Her only chance. So even if in some way it also seemed to go against what she might have wanted, Wanda was already resolved to it. It seemed simple. Do what they want, get what you want.

"I'm not... volunteering. I'm offering because you are-- a friend in some ways. I do not have many of those now, and even less here. If this helps you and appeases the deities here, so be it," she said, probably more offhand than most. She offered her hand in response, willing to head to wherever it was he was staying-- figuring she probably only had a few minutes before she would start feeling affects of the apple she had already bitten.