[ His shoulders move slightly, not quite a shrug. ]

About as well as I could have hoped.

[ Which isn’t true, but he can’t tell her why, so it’s better not to tell her what. Besides which, after all she’s just admitted to being through, the last thing she needs is his worries stacked on top of her own. Instead, he switches the mood. ]

Actually, that reminds me. There was a reason why I wanted to see you. I brought something for you. Here.

[ He slides off the bunk and goes to the pile by his locker. This is what he’d managed to bring back, and he hasn’t had time to organise it yet. He searches through it, and finally withdraws a sword – a rather ornate one, rapier-style, and gleaming with the telltale shine of Grisha steel. Telltale to him, anyway. It probably just looks bright to her. It has a similarity to the one he’s now wearing at his waist, which has also been newly brought from home. He holds out the sword to Clary. ]

Now, I realise we’ve only worked on guns thus far, but we did talk about expanding your training…