Clary took a sip of her tea, using the time to organize her thoughts. The scenes were hazy at best, shadows of a memory fluttering about in her head. She remembered Magnus's name, read on a sign as if it was meant to mark something. She wanted to understand it, the meaning behind that gold lettering but she couldn't recall and thinking about it only gave her a headache.

She gave the pair time, trying her best to ignore their small touches. It was cute but she felt as if she was intruding on something that was theirs. When she felt like she could trust her own voice she placed down her tea cup, listening to it ring softly against the saucer.

"I don't know." She sounded so unsure. "I don't think anyone had thought about me like I was a monster and I don't really look like a Demon Hunter." Clary tried to remember fighting anything but all that came to mind were the self defense classes that Emma taught at the school. She'd gone to a few of those and managed to not fall flat on her face.

"I don't have weapons." At least she didn't yet. "I'm not sure I'd know how to use any either." Another detail clicked in her head. "How does being a warlock fit into all this? They aren't demons." Magnus looked nothing like the grotesque figures she saw in her dream. He was cute, articulant and pleasant. Clary didn't know why but she trusted him. Even if the memory of his name in her head was a little unsettling.