"Magnus," he says, one of his hands coming to grab her hand - not to pull her onto the dance floor. Instead he just holds it in both of his, frowning down at them. "Change isn't so bad, you know. And it'll do you some good to learn how to bend 'cause if not, you're just going to break." His expression becomes more serious as he looks back up into her face, optics dim.

"You're part of my crew, too, and I'm not going to let that happen to you. Any of it. Breaking, being observed, whatever."