Wanda only bobbed her head once in acknowledgment of Raven's goodbye, smile still in place, but having to speak anymore might result in a cracking. Daimon's kiss to her forehead had nearly the opposite affect he'd probably anticipated, nearly unhinging her in a familiar way. It had always been the way with her, that even the smallest act of sympathy, when she was trying to hold herself together, was always a trigger to break her down.
When Tony and Raven had turned their backs Wanda let her smile fall, her face aching from the charade. She let out a long sigh, deflated, and slumped against Daimon. The doors to the ballroom opened and the sound from within was grating now, made Wanda cringe and for a long moment she kept her eyes squeezed shut and her cheek against Daimon's shoulder. Relief and awkwardness and something else, unnameable and unsettling, left her feeling drained and empty. It was funny how much worse she could feel after the fact, and how hypocritical for lying to herself about the cause of her discomfort. It was so completely obvious to her now, and probably had been to everyone else, too. Introducing Daimon had been, really, the least of her problems.
"Well," she finally managed as she drew away from him, "In retrospect, I rather wish we'd just done tonight's lesson instead of coming here."