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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."
( Mundies die awfully easily, don't they? )
[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."
( Mundies die awfully easily, don't they? )
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! Taken with some heavy editing from Cassandra Clare's City of Bones.]
