Isabelle Lightwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
seveninchmotto) wrote2014-07-30 01:21 am
seveninchmotto) wrote2014-07-30 01:21 am
The Institute, New York, Tuesday Early Evening
By the time Isabelle got back to the Institute... not much had changed. The mundane girl was still out of it, lying on a bed in the infirmary, Alec perched on a chair nearby. The sight made Isabelle sigh. "Do you think she'll ever wake up?" she wondered. "It's been three days already."
"You have to give her time," Alec replied, looking up. "Demon poison is strong stuff, and she's a mundane. She hasn't got runes to keep her strong like we do."
Isabelle eyed the girl. "Mundies die awfully easily, don't they?" she asked, without thinking. Or it probably seemed that way to Alec, although she was thinking, of someone else. Battered and bleeding and unconscious. Mundanes were fragile. "Isabelle, you know it's bad luck to talk about death in a sickroom," Alec said, with a mildly affronted look, but she just shrugged that off as well. They exchanged a few more words, mostly about whether Hodge was going to be involving the Silent Brothers, and then –– "Look! She moved!"
Alec barely raised his eyebrows. "I guess she's alive after all," he said, getting up with a sigh. "I'll tell Hodge."
He went on his way, and that left Isabelle watching the girl try and drag herself into consciousness. It was a long process of slowly opening and closing her eyes before she finally hauled herself into sitting position, looking blearily around the room.
Seemingly without spotting Isabelle, at first. "So, you're finally awake," she said, half just to draw attention to herself. "Hodge will be pleased. We all thought you'd probably die in your sleep."
The girl turned towards her, slowly. "Sorry to disappoint you." Her voice rasped like sandpaper. "Is this the Institute?"
Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Is there anything Jace didn't tell you?"
The girl coughed, then repeated her question. "This is the Institute, right?"
Sigh. "Yes. You're in the infirmary, not that you haven't figured that out already." The girl seemed poised to make some retort, but instead, she clutched her stomach, gasping. It was sudden enough to alarm even Isabelle. Then, she realized something, and went to grab for a ceramic pitcher from a table nearby, to pour some of the contents into a matching cup, which she handed to Clary. "Hodge said to give you this when you woke up," she said, by way of explanation. "You haven't eaten anything in three days. That's probably why you feel sick."
The girl took a sip gingerly, then seemed to relax a little once the liquid had gone past her throat. Isabelle wasn't surprised. "What is this?"
Isabelle shrugged. "One of Hodge's tisanes. They always work." Which was also how she knew they didn't taste bad, no matter how suspicious they might have looked. She got to her feet, and stretched. "I'm Isabelle Lightwood, by the way. I live here." She wasn't sure why she felt the need to add that. To declare her turf, maybe. In any case, the girl didn't look too intimidated. (Isabelle supposed she had a hard enough time looking like much of anything, at the moment.)
"I know your name," the girl said. "I'm Clary. Clary Fray. Did Jace bring me here?"
Isabelle nodded. "Hodge was furious." Which had been a sight to see all on its own. "You got ichor and blood all over the carpet in the entryway. If he'd done it while my parents were here, he'd have gotten grounded for sure." She looked at Clary more narrowly. "Jace said you killed that Ravener demon all by yourself."
Which was unusual, and a little suspicious, but not something Jace would have lied about. Isabelle found herself almost pleased by the way the girl visibly shuddered and seemed to clutch the cup tighter.
"I guess I did."
"But you're a mundie."
"Amazing, isn't it?" Clary replied, a little more dryly than Isabelle would have liked. "Where is Jace? Is he around?"
Oh, of course. Isabelle wanted to roll her eyes, but shrugged instead. "Somewhere," she said. "I should go tell everyone you're up. Hodge'll want to talk to you."
"Hodge is Jace's tutor, right?"
By the Angel, this one was full of questions. "Hodge tutors us all," Isabelle replied shortly. Then she moved right along, pointing towards a door. "The bathroom's through there, and I hung some of my old clothes on the towel rack earlier in case you want to change."
Clary went to take another sip from the cup and found that it was empty. She no longer felt hungry or light-headed either,
which was a relief. She set the cup down and hugged the sheet around herself. "What happened to my clothes?"
"They were covered in blood and poison," isabelle said. "Jace burned them."
"Did he?" asked Clary. "Tell me, is he always really rude, or does he save that for mundanes?"
"Oh, he's rude to everyone," Isabelle replied airily. "It's what makes him so damn sexy. That, and he's killed more demons than anyone else his age." She shook her head, then nodded towards the door to the rest of the Institute. "Oh, by the way, there's soap in the bathroom," she added. "You might want to clean up a little. You smell."
There was something satisfying about the way Clary glared at her. "Thanks a lot."
"Any time."
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! Taken with some heavy editing from Cassandra Clare's City of Bones.]
"You have to give her time," Alec replied, looking up. "Demon poison is strong stuff, and she's a mundane. She hasn't got runes to keep her strong like we do."
Isabelle eyed the girl. "Mundies die awfully easily, don't they?" she asked, without thinking. Or it probably seemed that way to Alec, although she was thinking, of someone else. Battered and bleeding and unconscious. Mundanes were fragile. "Isabelle, you know it's bad luck to talk about death in a sickroom," Alec said, with a mildly affronted look, but she just shrugged that off as well. They exchanged a few more words, mostly about whether Hodge was going to be involving the Silent Brothers, and then –– "Look! She moved!"
Alec barely raised his eyebrows. "I guess she's alive after all," he said, getting up with a sigh. "I'll tell Hodge."
He went on his way, and that left Isabelle watching the girl try and drag herself into consciousness. It was a long process of slowly opening and closing her eyes before she finally hauled herself into sitting position, looking blearily around the room.
Seemingly without spotting Isabelle, at first. "So, you're finally awake," she said, half just to draw attention to herself. "Hodge will be pleased. We all thought you'd probably die in your sleep."
The girl turned towards her, slowly. "Sorry to disappoint you." Her voice rasped like sandpaper. "Is this the Institute?"
Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Is there anything Jace didn't tell you?"
The girl coughed, then repeated her question. "This is the Institute, right?"
Sigh. "Yes. You're in the infirmary, not that you haven't figured that out already." The girl seemed poised to make some retort, but instead, she clutched her stomach, gasping. It was sudden enough to alarm even Isabelle. Then, she realized something, and went to grab for a ceramic pitcher from a table nearby, to pour some of the contents into a matching cup, which she handed to Clary. "Hodge said to give you this when you woke up," she said, by way of explanation. "You haven't eaten anything in three days. That's probably why you feel sick."
The girl took a sip gingerly, then seemed to relax a little once the liquid had gone past her throat. Isabelle wasn't surprised. "What is this?"
Isabelle shrugged. "One of Hodge's tisanes. They always work." Which was also how she knew they didn't taste bad, no matter how suspicious they might have looked. She got to her feet, and stretched. "I'm Isabelle Lightwood, by the way. I live here." She wasn't sure why she felt the need to add that. To declare her turf, maybe. In any case, the girl didn't look too intimidated. (Isabelle supposed she had a hard enough time looking like much of anything, at the moment.)
"I know your name," the girl said. "I'm Clary. Clary Fray. Did Jace bring me here?"
Isabelle nodded. "Hodge was furious." Which had been a sight to see all on its own. "You got ichor and blood all over the carpet in the entryway. If he'd done it while my parents were here, he'd have gotten grounded for sure." She looked at Clary more narrowly. "Jace said you killed that Ravener demon all by yourself."
Which was unusual, and a little suspicious, but not something Jace would have lied about. Isabelle found herself almost pleased by the way the girl visibly shuddered and seemed to clutch the cup tighter.
"I guess I did."
"But you're a mundie."
"Amazing, isn't it?" Clary replied, a little more dryly than Isabelle would have liked. "Where is Jace? Is he around?"
Oh, of course. Isabelle wanted to roll her eyes, but shrugged instead. "Somewhere," she said. "I should go tell everyone you're up. Hodge'll want to talk to you."
"Hodge is Jace's tutor, right?"
By the Angel, this one was full of questions. "Hodge tutors us all," Isabelle replied shortly. Then she moved right along, pointing towards a door. "The bathroom's through there, and I hung some of my old clothes on the towel rack earlier in case you want to change."
Clary went to take another sip from the cup and found that it was empty. She no longer felt hungry or light-headed either,
which was a relief. She set the cup down and hugged the sheet around herself. "What happened to my clothes?"
"They were covered in blood and poison," isabelle said. "Jace burned them."
"Did he?" asked Clary. "Tell me, is he always really rude, or does he save that for mundanes?"
"Oh, he's rude to everyone," Isabelle replied airily. "It's what makes him so damn sexy. That, and he's killed more demons than anyone else his age." She shook her head, then nodded towards the door to the rest of the Institute. "Oh, by the way, there's soap in the bathroom," she added. "You might want to clean up a little. You smell."
There was something satisfying about the way Clary glared at her. "Thanks a lot."
"Any time."
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! Taken with some heavy editing from Cassandra Clare's City of Bones.]