"We might not have that, but we'll definitely find something dry for you to wear." Their clothing options are disappointingly limited here. There are people who can make things with the right materials, and Isabelle's considered finding something to trade with them. Anything, really, for some new wardrobe options. She's lucky she's happened upon the stuff she has, truthfully.

"Sure." Isabelle angles away from the staircase once they're through the door, leading Clary into a side room full of equipment. Most of it's rickety and shoddy, weak axes and bows put away where they belong. A little further into the room is some of the other stuff they've collected, spare blankets and towels and sheets, dozens and dozens of pairs of socks. At least that's not something they'll ever be lacking.

When Isabelle drops Clary's hand, it's only so the other girl can begin going through the stuff. "You can pretty much take whatever you want," she explains. "As long as you contribute in some way around here, nobody will complain if you raid the storage every so often."