Alec sometimes wondered what would happen if his appearance radically changed when it came to Magnus. He was going to age, he knew, get older, lose the shroud of youth that he had now and he wondered. Magnus was always going to look as he did now, always young, but Alec wouldn't and it scared him to think what might happen when he wasn't young any longer. It scared him more than he let on.

"You're not my Aunt Ethel," Alec agreed with a quick shake of his head. He knew he had family out there, mostly in Idris, but they weren't close. He wasn't sure if that was a consequence of distance or because his parents had been in the Circle, had been Valentine's lackeys for awhile and now people didn't want to associate with Lightwoods because of that taint. "I like you better than any aunts I might have."