No matter how many times he creates a portal, Wanda always regards it with wonderment. This portal is no different to the last. She can feel that magic; it's the same as the one Wong appears and disappears into. It's solid and confident, and Wanda doesn't doubt that if she was to step on its threshold that it would hold her until she was ready to take a step into the Bar with No Doors.

Even though she doesn't take a step forward to scrutinise it, she looks at it with curiosity to ensure that it is, in fact, a bar. Not that she would know if it was the right one. While she may trust Strange to not lead her astray, Wanda is still out of place and much a square trying to fit in with a coven of circles.

She instantly sees that it lives up to its name.

But she doesn't step forward, slightly worried that if she does, this conversation will be lost and Strange will be left lingering on a slightly more vulnerable than usual note.

"I don't think you truly lost it." She presses her lips together and shakes her head as if that is that. As if the Sorcerer Supreme title is something that can still exist between two people—and she thinks it can. Just because the other sorcerers may look to Wong now doesn't mean Strange holds it any less.

"It doesn't seem like something like a pen that you can lose." Wanda shrugs and regards the portal as if it's more than a basic display of magic. "Does a sorcerer who used to be Sorcerer Supreme stop being Sorcerer Supreme? I don't think so. It's like how a general stays a general even after he's retired."

And a hero stays a hero even long after he's succumbed to his bullet wounds.