Clary doesn't push, and Isabelle's relieved. Neither of them are equipped to deal with the truth right now, not with everything already going on. There's a lot to go over — where they are, their current situation, how everything works around here. She wants to get Clary settled before anything else.

How lucky Clary is, Isabelle thinks, that she has a familiar face to welcome her here. Isabelle had been alone and volatile, lashing out at everyone she spoke to.

They both get to their feet, and Isabelle keeps a hold of one of Clary's hands the entire time, even as she reaches down to grab her backpack. There's not much in it, Isabelle knows, but she'll be more than happy to share her available wardrobe with her friend. She squeezes Clary's hand, smiling softly as she guides the other girl towards the inn.

"I don't remember going through one, either. Nobody remembers how they got here, they just remember coming up through that fountain. I think the best guess is that we're in the pacific northwest, but nobody knows for sure."