The inn was warm, the fire had been burning non-stop since the ice storm began, and Clary had claimed a spot close to the flames so she could continue wearing the black yoga pants and sports bra that she had inherited from Isabelle. It was the only clothing that she had that wasn't the black scrubs that she had woken up in and the only reminder of her absent friend. There was was a piece of paper in front of her as she sketched the different shapes and thoughts that came to mind.

She saw a flicker of moment out of the corner of her eye and looked up. Something was moving outside the window. Her shoulders tense as she placed the paper down and rose to her feet.

As she neared the window she realized that it was a man staggering towards the inn. "Oh fuck." Clary whispered as she ran to the front door. She opened the door just as Danny had fallen against it and immediately regretted that decision. It was cold as fuck outside and she was not dressed for the sudden gust of wind that accompanied the man inside.

She slipped beneath his arm while her skin prickled uncomfortably against the cold. Clary didn't have the same strength that she had at home but she was able to half carry, half drag the newcomer towards the fire. Thank the angels that the door managed to close on it's own. "Okay. I need you to say something so I know that you aren't dead." She spoke quickly against the side of Danny's head as she placed him in front of the fire.

Blankets. She needed to get him one of those damn snuggies from the inns storage.