Room 301, Monday Late Afternoon

[seveninchmotto]

Well, Alec had crutches but was otherwise fine. Clary and Jace were okay too. Hodge was... gone, without a curse to keep him at the Institute. Clary's uncle person was a werewolf who'd gathered his pack to fight Valentine, but he'd still escaped, taking the Mortal Cup with him. Clary's mother was in a coma, but at least she was in a hospital now.

And Jace and Clary were Valentine's children.

Considering all this was information Isabelle had gained in the last twenty four hours, was it any wonder she had chosen to bail New York a little early in anticipation of her classes, and come back to Fandom? She needed to process. Her parents wouldn't be back in New York for a little while yet, but Jace could take care of Alec. (So could Magnus, who'd hinted as much after he'd spent the night sitting by her brother's side.)

So she was here, and flopped over on her bed.

[ooc: Open door/post! Blah blah references to City of Bones which is just about done now. (Five more books to go. Sigh.)]

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[flickofthewrist]

"I know," he said again, still nodding. "You're needed there. It's understandable."

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"Mm."

Isabelle spent a long moment just watching him in silence. She also brushed the backs of her fingers against his arm, but that was all.

"How would you feel about a shower?"

[flickofthewrist]

"For you or for me?" he asked, having a feeling he knew what her answer was going to be.

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Isabelle raised an eyebrow at him. "Would I bother asking if it was just one of those options?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Just thought I'd check," Flick told her, shrugging. "I'm good with a shower. They're usually pretty nice, in fact."

[seveninchmotto]

"Well, come on then," Isabelle said, already pushing herself up and then off the bed, getting to her feet. "Let's take a shower."

She really needed to feel less like her head was full of new information.

[flickofthewrist]

"Bossy," Flick quipped, getting to his feet and waiting for her to head to the bathroom. "Lead on."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle pried her shirt off herself on the way and dropped it on the floor before slipping into the bathroom.

Waiting was for patient people.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick did the same, taking his shirt off and dropping it near hers. He toed off his shoes and socks before he appeared in the bathroom after her.

[seveninchmotto]

And by then, Isabelle was already dropping her skirt on the floor, and going for her bra and underwear.

She could be very quick and efficient when she wanted to. There was also faded bruising over her ribs on one side, but he didn't need to worry about that.

[flickofthewrist]

He was going to worry anyway. When he spotted it, he frowned, hands on his jeans. He'd gotten the zipper and buttons undone but now he was just staring at the bruising and wondering just how bad she'd gotten hurt for that to still be there.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was pushing her bra straps down her shoulders when she noticed the staring.

"What are you looking at?"

She knew. But seriously, it was just a bruise. It was normal, if you asked her.

[flickofthewrist]

"How hard did you get hit for there to still be bruising even after you healed yourself?" he asked, looking up at her. "This from when you coughed up blood?"

[seveninchmotto]

"I was hit by a nine foot tall Greater Demon," Isabelle pointed out to him, though not unkindly. His worry wasn't entirely unjustified and she knew it, and wasn't trying to start an argument. "Yesterday morning. Even for me, healing fully takes time, after that."

And at least her skin looked a lot better than a mundane's would have, a day after getting hit like that.

[flickofthewrist]

"Does it hurt?" he asked, stepping closer and touching a few fingertips against the bruising.

[seveninchmotto]

"Not if you don't poke at it." And she didn't think he'd do that. "See, it's much more healed than you would be, if you'd been struck down like that a little more than twenty four hours earlier."

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm just concerned," Flick said, taking his fingers back and looking momentarily abashed. "Sorry."

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Isabelle shook her head. "Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong."

She just wasn't used to people being that concerned.

[flickofthewrist]

Nodding, Flick quietly went back to sliding his pants and shorts down his hips and legs. He stepped out of them and tossed them into a corner of the bathroom.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle didn't really know what to say, so she said nothing. She just slid her underwear off before stepping into the shower and getting the water running.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick was fine, really. He was just dealing with some very real concern and worry for someone he previously thought was pretty much invincible or close to it. It was eye opening.

He let her step into the shower and get situated before he made any further moves.

[seveninchmotto]

She didn't meet Greater Demons every day.

His waiting got him an expectant look. Although only after she'd gotten her hair wet.

[flickofthewrist]

"Sorry," Flick mumbled, stepping into the shower behind her and using a hand against the wall for support. He pulled the shower curtain closed.

[seveninchmotto]

"Words, words, words," Isabelle drawled. "You can make it up to me by washing my hair."

Which was actually a request. And not one she would've posed to just anyone.

[flickofthewrist]

"Okay," Flick told her, nodding and stepping closer to her. "Where's your shampoo? Pass it to me?"