Raphael doesn’t ask Magnus for help— he demands it. The second he bursts into Magnus’ place, his arms still wrapped protectively around you, he’s already barking orders.

“Fix her.” His voice is sharp, unyielding, leaving no room for argument. “Now.”

“You know, for someone who pretends not to care, you sure look like a man on the verge of losing his mind.” Magnus, ever the sharp-witted warlock, raises an eyebrow. As Alec, Isabelle, Clary, Luke and Jace look on at what was happening.

“Magnus, por favor.” And that’s when Magnus understands. Raphael Santiago doesn’t beg. He doesn’t plead. But right now? He is.