A few feet away Wanda froze, bloodshot eyes fixed on Joe. Somehow she hadn't expected Wicked would bring the baby, had hoped she wouldn't see him. The sight of something so pure, unsullied, set the evil voice that consumed her mind rasping horrible things, howling its ghastly laughter as she tried to shake it away. She approached cautiously, standing at the opposite edge of the bench. Now that she was here she'd lost all she meant to say, realized she had to make small talk, to put some kind of facade of normalcy for the sake of her nephew.
"He's gotten so big," she remarked in a stilted voice, trying to force a sickly smile on her gaunt face. The dark circles under eyes were a livid purple against ashen skin and her eyes seemed shadowed somehow. Her gaze darted nervously, and every unexpected noise made her visibly twitch. "Sorry, I haven't seen you lately. There's something- I'm not well."