i'm pure at heart, it repels the dirt

Simon was waiting for Clary, Alec, and Isabelle outside the Institute, under an overhang of stone that only just protected him from the worst of the rain. He turned as they came out through the doors, a question in his eyes.

"I'm cleared," Clary said, and as he started to smile, she shook her head. "But they're de-prioritizing the search for Jace. I — I'm pretty sure they think he's dead."

( CLEARLY I HAVE MADE SOME BAD DECISIONS )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay, still from City of Lost Souls.]

Predictably, Isabelle had fled Fandom as soon as she'd been able to, on Tuesday. She'd headed back to New York and she hadn't stopped moving before she'd been underneath the lake in Central Park where the fae of the Seelie Court lived. Specifically, Meliorn's quarters. He hadn't seemed thrilled with her just barging in but honestly, she hadn't cared. She'd made him appreciate her presence and help her get her mind off things, and that was that.

Then, yesterday, the same theme of repression and distraction had continued when she'd gone home and convinced Alec – together with Jace – that they needed to go out and hunt, which was how they'd ended up battling a Dragonidae demon in the sewers. They'd returned from their trip (the boys caked in mud while Isabelle was perfectly clean, because she was pure at heart and it repelled the dirt, clearly) just in time to run into Maryse and Max at home, finally returned from Idris. And that had been great! For all of five seconds before things turned to drama.

( And on to book two we dive. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. Summarized/taken with from Cassandra Clare's City of Ashes. Warning for minor character death and gore. And also tl;dr.]