"Try to alter something, huh?" He scrunches his face up a bit as he thinks. He doesn't want to use any of the truths right now - and he can't think of anything that he'd use them on anyway. Maybe one of Beatrice's old bits of magic? After a long moment of thought, he snaps his fingers and sweeps his hand and manages to conjure up a flutter of golden butterflies that dance around them.

It's nothing fancy.

But it is something.