Again, he felt a pain in his heart, but this one was completely familiar, the same pang of helplessness that he had felt before every time Saoirse sneezed or coughed or looked another year older rather than a single day. Where was her coat? Why couldn't the damn city at least give her that?

"Hey, you look pretty cold," he pointed out gently. "And I've got some magic in me, if you can believe that." Magnus gave her a little wink; of course Saoirse would believe him. "How about I get you some warmer clothes. Does that sound okay?"