( honestly, izzy isn't quite sure where they should even start—coming to cadelle on it's own had been an adjustment, but there's been so much that's happened already along the way. she's not used to nor has she ever often preferred the attention to be on her, but it wasn't as if there wasn't a topic that wasn't ready to spill from carmine lips the moment they'd finally been within the same vicinity as one another.

she's never really had anything like what she does with baby, hasn't really had someone to confide in with those things, either, aside from alec—and while she loved him to death, he didn't exactly carry the same reactionary flare clary did when it came to such subjects. she supposes the best way to start is honestly, before she gets too ahead of herself. )

It's been... I don't know, different? ( a gesture to the side for them to sit once more, placing palms over the menu folded just before her, though mind's mostly absorbed in the whir of thoughts keeping her company. ) I've never known anything but the Institute, you know? Not having Alec, ( until just recently, ) having no briefings and anything to report to, it's made me restless. ( if the bruises she's yet to iratze along her knuckles speak anything of the matter. )

But things have helped. ( sucker punch, training, late night runs to spike her heart rate. him. )Someone's helped, a lot.