She couldn't think of a better person to toast to. "To Magnus." She touched his glass with her own. She nodded to his addition. "And to you John Constantine. The hand reaching out into the darkness." She tipped the glass to her lips, and did not stop drinking until it was empty, but she did not rush it down. She savored the flavor, and let the heat of the alcohol warm her soul.
When it was done, Bryn rested the hand that held the glass on the top if the arm rests, glass dangling from her fingers. She stretched her legs out in front of her. Comforted now. Soul quiet. "You are probably wondering why I chose that story to tell you. It is because it makes me happy, not that you don't make me happy, you do, even as we are now. But with you close to the 'pit' with me, I thought you could use some help. And even twelve hundred years after his death, he is still able to make me smile." Magnus was her bonfire in the darkness. "That is my wish for you, for you to find someone that makes you feel that way, no matter how far away you are from each other, no matter how long it has been since you have seen one another. Just a thought, a story, no matter how silly or pointless, makes you smile, and makes your heart lighter."