[ Jack’s eyes are on Clary alone when she makes her way in, ignoring anyone that might have accompanied. As adverse to contact as Jack typically is, he has no qualm gripping her hand and squeezing back tight. If she needs it, he can hold on to her the whole way through. His lips tug downward, tense and trying not to let out the grim frown he wants to make. ]
I know. You’ll be fine. [ As the lays back, Jack puts a hand over her head, petting her hair back. ] I’ll be right here.
BALLIN
I know. You’ll be fine. [ As the lays back, Jack puts a hand over her head, petting her hair back. ] I’ll be right here.