The time to hesitate regarding her powers was through. They'd had days, now, to become aware of exactly what was going on, and while Wanda was not so vain as to say she already knew the boys who were supposed to be her sons well enough to know when they were not themselves, it had only taken a cursory glance at Billy's thoughts for her to see the truth. A quick glimpse in passing, before she'd quickly gone out of her way to remove herself from his path until her heart stopped racing in her chest and she figured out what this meant.

How were they supposed to deal with this? It was temporary, like so many other things that came to pass in Wonderland, but that made it no less problematic-- and with the sort of power that Billy had to his name, he wasn't the kind of person any of them wanted as an enemy.

She seeks him out not long after, opening herself up to search for his familiar thought patterns until they lead her in the direction of the training room, a knot tying itself in her stomach as she turns down that particular corridor. Ironic, in a way.