Clary felt relief wash over her at Magnas's words. They didn't need to know everything right now, they had time. Time didn't feel like it was on he side but she wanted to believe him. Her eyes dropped down to her tea while thoughts clattered and scampered in her mind. She didn't think she was a child of an angel but as much as she wanted to scream and yell about it she knew she couldn't. It wasn't Alec's fault and it wasn't Magnas's fault either.

"You're right. Beating our heads against the table trying to remember won't help any of us." She exhaled a slow breath and then pushed a bit of he hair over her shoulder. "Thanks for meeting with me, anyway." Clary felt like the conversation had run it's course. Now she wanted to go home, go to where she thought was home and draw, do something to spill her thoughts from her head.

"Oh." She looked down at the tea. "How much was this?" She hadn't even thought about it but she should probably pay for her cup before making her exit.