She has a good idea he's offering magical assistance, but Sylvie just rises onto her knees on the bed and then slides into his lap, her arms draped over his shoulders, hands draped over one other behind his neck.

"Are you going to wear me out, then?" she asks, head tilted as if in a challenge.

Everything has changed since he arrived here, absolutely everything and yet she still can't help but goad him a little. The edge has disappeared from it in the past year and the light in her eyes has changed, but the dare in her voice is still present.