If he's dragging her almost into his lap, she may as well complete the task and end up there entirely, she figures, keeping her arm around him. Wanda squeezes Remy's shoulder, comforting. She doesn't know what that looks like for him, showing the face of what Apocalypse did to him, but she remembers that moment when her power went awry and she saw things in his past. It gives her a clearer idea than most people would have, she's pretty sure.

"I will." It's steady, and not the dangerous kind of flat calm that she manifests on occasion. Matter-of-fact, more like. She is actually quite grateful for Bonetown, in a way. "If anybody can handle that, Remy, and, if necessary, lock you down until who you really are comes back to us, it's me."

And with Wanda Maximoff, that's not bravado.

"That's a promise."