She hesitates, her expression sliding from sheepish embarrassment to something soft before she nods her head and walks over. It's easy for her to kneel, to settle in front of him and reach for his hands, her fingers brushing over his without hesitation; this is natural for her. Dorian is hurting, even if it might just be something that haunts him eternally, and she intends to do what she can to help it, to make it better.

"Then think of me. Think about jam and toast, and - and fighting together, and how much I love you, and how happy you make me. You know I'm not going anywhere any time soon, so you're not going to lose it. You can use me to make yourself stronger, Dorian Gray."

Squeezing his hands, she rises to her feet and tugs a little, her expression soft, wanting to draw him up to follow her, to help him take this step forward in his magical education. It's the least she can do, really.

"Stand with me, hold my hand, and we'll do this together."