[Well, that's new and different. They hadn't talked for long during their dance at the ball, but he'd asked her the usual ice-breaker questions. This is much more raw, it's real. This is the heart of who she is, not whoever she'd been trying to be when they'd met.

He's nodding in sympathy, already thinking to what ingredients he has in stock that he could use to dash together a good sleeping potion, when suddenly she's boxing herself back up as if trying to pretend this never happened.]

Hey, hey hey. [Magnus catches at one hand, presses it between both of his.] First of all, if you're having trouble sleeping, that's not fine, and I can help. Second— [He takes one hand away to wave at the empty roof, the sky, the silent city.] It's just us. And between just us, honey...you look rough. Please come inside? Have a drink. I'll make tea. Or something stronger. I promise you don't need to talk about it.