Magnus worried his lower lip between his teeth, hesitant to ask. Buuut... "There's something you could do." He wasn't sure why he was so embarrassed to ask for Alec to lend his strength, but he was. "The wards up there, the ones I've been keeping down, are too strong. When they crash back down, I'm not entirely sure what they'll do to the people still on board. We need to keep them down for as long as possible so that we don't have to find out." The warlock rubbed his hand over his face. "If you could... Do you remember, at Luke's - how you leant me some of your strength? If you could..."
He wasn't sure how to finish that sentence. He allowed it to hang unspoken between them, what he was asking for. There was little question over whether Alec would agree. Magnus turned his hand over, offering it to the younger man for him to take. Just a little bit longer. He reasoned to himself. They only had to keep the wards down for a little while longer, and then they could all go home and go to sleep. Which he wasn't going to think too hard over right now for fear of just falling asleep where he was.
He avoided siphoning too much from the shadowhunter, afraid of taking more than he was capable of giving. Magnus channeled the energy into his own, returning to his task with a renewed vigor. It was impossible to see what was going on above them, though if the noises were any indication he wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to. He was tempted to ask how it had looked while Alec was up there, and had the question poised on his tongue when the sound of twisting metal ripped through the area.
The boat went down. He wasn't entirely sure how it had happened, but the boat was sinking.