As the arm came to her, Mag lifted her own and curled it about the limb. She rose and moved fluidly alongside, each step to match his own without a hint of hesitation. Her head swam with the intake of sherry but she didn't show the impairment, only allowed herself to be lead into the corridor. The hesitation in his step warmed her, he did not know where to guide her though his offer had rang true in her heart.
Taking the lead in a subtle manner, Mag turned a corner and moved work Erik toward their destination.
Each step was taken with care and there might have been a slowness to her motion that intended to savor the company while it lasted, "As am I." She meant that. Mag would never try to be the shadow of the ghost Erik had called for unknowingly. She could never match that angel of darkness nor would she try. To do so would be an insult. It was better left to the shadows, such a thing.
The rooms seemed always changing, shifting, but she managed to lead him nonetheless. An ascent of the stairs and a few corridors later and there...her room but a few steps more.