It's going to be awhile before Isabelle can bring herself to stop touching Clary entirely. It still feels a little like a dream, or maybe a nightmare, that the other girl is here at all. She's pulled back, giving Clary room to breathe, but Isabelle's hands slide down from her arms to her hands, gripping them in her own just as tight.

"Your mom?" she echoes, brow creasing deeply. "No, that was--"

Forever ago. Jace is back, Jocelyn is dead. Forget the cup, they got the Mortal Sword back in their possession. Valentine is in their custody, too, imprisoned beneath the Institute. Isabelle's mouth presses into a thin line. The last thing Clary remembers was waking up her mother. Either she has some serious amnesia, or something else is up. Knowing this village, it could be either.

Later. They can deal with that later. Isabelle gives Clary's hands a tight squeeze. "Come on, let's get you inside and dried off. I'll explain everything."