Magnus, now that he's far more intune with his abilities, feels a spark of something near the stage. When he looks, there's no one around, but he does spot a familiar black puddle of fur next to a guitar that's strumming itself. Chuckling, he makes his ways over and takes a seat on the edge of the stage, this time not making the mistake of touching Sissel's body while he isn't occupying it. "Having fun, little one?"