( That relief on Isabelle's face is echoed in Clary's. She can't help her smile, softer for all the feeling behind it. She's selfishly glad Isabelle is here, because the other girl has been at her side for so long it felt unnatural to not have her there. Every time she's picked up her phone to text her something, Clary's had to remind herself that she can't. It's hurt a little more each time. And while she'd known she was here for a reason, that she needed her wish to come true, there's still been something in her that had yearned for the comfort of the Institute. It's better now.
It's easy, to take her seat opposite Isabelle, shrugging off her coat and tucking her bag beneath the seat. All the while she's smiling helplessly, far too pleased. )
is it ... not ... sushi ... admittedly i know nothing.
It's easy, to take her seat opposite Isabelle, shrugging off her coat and tucking her bag beneath the seat. All the while she's smiling helplessly, far too pleased. )
So, how are you? Have you been settling in okay?