Moving through the world was probably a good way to put it. Since the disheartening news about Harry and Murphy, and the relocation it had been hard for the diva to find the light that she tried hard to keep illuminated. Somewhere along the way it had fizzled out but she wouldn't keep it dark for long. It would be back. Perhaps when they had settled again, maybe sooner. Who knew? For now just going through the motions seemed enough to maintain.
At the mention of comfort Mag nodded. Evey was right, there was something about it that was comforting. "At least we can keep better track of everyone this way. Chosen an cityborn alike. I have never been too find of cohesive movement, myself, but given the circumstances I would rather walk these steps than live the life that had been waiting for us all back there. This is much better." It was easier knowing what they were facing rather than being left in the unknown to speculate. Even the Netvore and monsters had yet to bother them. Perhaps they knew more than the humans did. Maybe they could feel it.
When Evey mentioned the stage Mag's smile grew and the diva shook her head, "Evey, if I've learned anything in my time here it's to make due with what you have. A stage doesn't need to be grand to have purpose," Mag explained. Piotr had opened her eyes more on what a stage really meant. "It could be a small gathering over on that cliff, a performance tucked into small corridor, a few songs by the light of a fire in the fading sun of the day. I take my stage with me wherever I go, so please don't apologize for the stage." Mag lifted a hand to her friend, fingers settling very gently on Evey's shoulder for a brief moment, "I will be just fine."