It's instinctive, the move toward Declan, the shift into the space beside him, what would be the curve of his arm. She's been doing it without thinking for weeks now, but she stops herself today. Stops, smiles, tilts her chin up to him. "Just thinking the bridge and groom might want some alone time."

She flashes a wicked little smile at Magnus. "You can always ask, you know, if you run out of inspiration."