[He'd wondered if something like this might happen, but he's still taken by surprise that it happens so quickly. But he isn't so surprised that he doesn't catch her immediately, arms going around her shoulders and his cheek resting against her head with a little humming sound. She needs to get this out, whatever the source of it may be. She's hurting, and if he can help ease that, he doesn't mind how long she needs to sob against his shoulder.

Magnus's fingers stroke over her smooth hair, a slow and even rhythm, and he smiles as she lifts her head.]

Stronger it is. [And there's no reason to waste time. Magnus crouches, scoops her up in his arms, and starts for the stairs.] I live two floors down, my couch is much more comfortable than the roof, and I'm sure you've never had Seelie wine but you must try it.