Clary watched him stripping with a look of confusion. She had no idea what he was doing until he handed her his sweater. It was huge and baggy and perfect. She took it with a smile pulling it over her head. It fell to her knees and then six inches past her finger tips.

This was the best thing to happen to her all day.

"Thank you." It was already warm and she couldn't help her smile. "Oh, I'm Clary Fray."