"Ah." Clary rose her fingers and then stepped between the cat and the window. "How about I carry you out the front doors? Then you can go on your way." She didn't know if that rule about cats always landing on their feet applied her. She was pretty sure they were on the second or third floor.

"Here." She held out her arms hoping that the cat would find her compromise acceptable. Not that cats can understand English but Clary was hopeful.