Reluctantly, Minerva let him pull her close. She didn't want to push him away. Not when so many others had, or had let him push them away instead. "It would be a start," Minerva admitted in a whisper. It was a step in the right direction at least, that he would consider it. Before, he was dead set against it.
"Whatever I can do to convince you that you'll be safer if you register, I will. I'm a stubborn witch, Atlas and I care about you," she said, glancing up to look at him through her eyelashes.
Minerva put her arms around Atlas' neck and she embraced him, her lips to his neck as she breathed. "I can't stay here; you know that."