[ Clary makes a noise that is probably a little too excited for the situation but considering the amount of emotional up and downing she just did it might be forgiven. She hugs him immediately, throwing her arms around his neck without little care for whether or not he might be a hugger, too caught up in suddenly realising there's something, that there might be a chance after all of this, to really think. ]
How come you're the voice of reason? [ It's muffled by her own arm. ] Did I come back to Topsy-Turvy land or something?
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How come you're the voice of reason? [ It's muffled by her own arm. ] Did I come back to Topsy-Turvy land or something?