Clary took the witchlight and quickly stashed it back into her backpack. "Yeah, it does." She'd found out that it didn't glow for everyone when Sam had tired to hold it. At the time she'd thought it was magic but magic didn't exist. It made her feel a little uncomfortable, like proof that something else was wrong with her, something that she couldn't remember.

She nodded her head at Magnu's question and leaned towards to point to the reaver demon that was scribbled on the page. "I drew that one last night. I don't know where it came from but I had to get it out of my head." Things were always brought into perspective when Clary tried to imagine drawing them. Since the imagine had been so fuzzy in her head she had to put it down in order to be rid of it. Now it haunted the white pages of her sketchbook, instead of the vast blankness of her memories.

"Do you know what they are? I just assumed they were some kind of... I don't know. Like the monster from a story." She waved a hand as if the gesture somehow helped her point.