Clary waved away his worry but it was mostly to settle her own nerves. "I can see my front door. I can make it from here."

She flashed him a nervous smile before turning on her heels and running off towards her front door. Her fingers fumble with the keys before she slips it into the lock. There is a moment of hesitation before she turned the key, listening for the tumbler to unlock.

It's fine.

Whatever the feeling was about, it wasn't about this home... maybe where she lived before here. Where ever that was.