Wanda shot him a sly look and a small smile as she remarked, "Either you don't trust me, or you don't trust your teaching- neither one inspires much confidence, sweetheart." She wasn't so foolish as to not feel a little anxiety, but it was nowhere near Daimon's level since her worry was tempered with excitement. Imagine the possibilities if she actually could do this thing, and do it successfully. It was an idea simultaneously enthralling and terrifying, but she wasn't going to know until she tried.
The holy water he passed to her was added to the salt and and dirt edging her barrier and, as instructed, she murmured the incantations that should have strengthened the circle further. The flames of the still-burning refuse guttered in a sudden breeze of chill air that whistled eerily through the alley and left Wanda shivering with cold, her anticipation somehow heightened, as if every detail of this bizarre tableau was just perfect. This really might just work.
"I'm ready," she told Daimon, her face shining and her smile still firmly in place on her lips. "What do I need to do now?"