[Unconsciously Wanda tilts her head into the first touch, but she doesn't take the invitation, if that's indeed what it is, until Bel actually starts stroking her hair. They've found her weak point and any sort of logic or thought about what someone watching this might think flies out the window.
She trusts Bel enough to close her eyes and lean into them, still swaying in time with the music. It's...nice. Nice enough that Bel's statement only earns a small sound of assent and Wanda is content to sway in silence for a few moments.]
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She trusts Bel enough to close her eyes and lean into them, still swaying in time with the music. It's...nice. Nice enough that Bel's statement only earns a small sound of assent and Wanda is content to sway in silence for a few moments.]
...you're warm.