(It's wild that this is the first time she's really talked about this. Lucretia supposes there have been plenty of distractions, plenty of things she's been able to throw herself into in lieu of having to sit and think.)

I know what you mean.

(A small, guilty silence hangs between the both of them for a moment before Magnus breaks it.)

I'm not– I don't want to leave without you, either. (The thought of this is distressing, actually. She's been living on borrowed time here, and she has no idea when it will run dry and she'll be forced back to just outside of Wonderland, alone and injured and panicked.) I don't want to leave you, or Lup or Barry or Taako. I don't want to leave Beverly.