[ To be fair, it's not completely out of nothing. It's not creation so much as precise teleportation. The blanket was on the guest bed back in his home; now it's on her lap.

But yes, very public magic. Magnus doesn't bother to hide his actions, even if they are just a snap of his fingers.

He starts to push the transport chair off in the direction of the Down housing, where he presumes this Moira has been placed. ]

I did, indeed. I figured you wouldn't mind all that much. [ If she's still looking at him over her shoulder, he winks in a conspiratorial fashion. ]

The powers that be let me keep my magic, to an extent. But don't expect me to portal us out of here, that's not happening.