Although she was jaded enough to be surprised at such a forgiving reaction, Wanda couldn't help but think she'd struck some kind of nerve. Something in the way he'd paused, that too-bright smile. Insulting her was Tony's saving grace. It distracted Wanda enough that, for once, she didn't press him about his own feelings. Instead, she tsked and frowned at him. Whatever vaguely hurt retort she might have made was lost in her fresh horror at the implication of his joke. She'd spent a lot of the possession, especially the latter half, completely blacked out. Who knew what exactly the demon did with her body when she wasn't in control. Another thing she didn't want to have to think about. First the cats and now this; Tony's jokes weren't going over particularly well. The abrupt subject change was probably good for both of them.
"What?" she asked, preoccupied, but after a pause she caught up. "Oh, no, I think I'm mostly fine now. A doctor and some nurses talked to me about what's been done. A lot of the worst damage was handled while I was out. And Daimon's been healing me, too. They told me I just need rest and a few more procedures."