"Yeah," he says, because cold and soaked need to be dealt with first. The truth of it can be dug into later, or preferably not. He needs a fresh set of clothes, a hot drink, and something to eat. He needs about ten solid hours of real sleep. He needs Clary to keep her demon-infested life experiences to herself.

For now, Bodhi, Aurora, and a blanket will do.

Wiping down with the damp kitchen towel, he makes a show of planting himself by the grate and warming his hands, nodding to Bodhi. "See if you can find any clothes in that storeroom upstairs," he says, dropping down to crouch with Aurora at the fire.