She listened to his explanation with a half smile and then obediently followed him, supremely conscious of the discordant sound of her heels echoing in the quiet hall, compared to his silent shuffling ahead of her. At the doorway Wanda paused, taking in the atmosphere, and watching him with obvious fascination but slight disquiet. She had the uncomfortable feeling that she did not belong here, that she was intruding, especially when he knelt in front of the altar.
Shifting to let the girl with the tea into the room, Wanda averted her gaze from Danny's kneeling figure and waited until he rose and then seated himself before finally stepping into the room. Wanda slipped her shoes off but did not bow- was she supposed to? she felt like it would be somehow disrespectful to enact the ritual without understanding it- and cautiously approached his desk.
Wanda sat gingerly and tucked her legs beneath her, spreading her skirt out on the cushions and then glancing up with a bemused and apologetic expression. "I was advised to take up meditation," she told him, withholding any actual explanation as to why she’d need it, “And while I’m sure it’s not difficult, I’d still rather learn from someone instead of trying to teach myself. I was rather hoping you could teach me.”