[ His eyes flash to the space where her voice had come from, but still he sees nothing.
She's there, though. He knows she is. He takes a breath, and carefully reaches out to where her face had been before. His eyes are intent, watching that space even though he can feel how natural it would be to look away.
His hand connects with something uncertain - her hair, the edge of her ear. He adjusts and finds her cheek, cupping it, and he focuses on what he knows should be there. What he can feel is there.
And then suddenly she is, she's flaring to life in front of him. There's marks on her that weren't before, but it's her. She's there. He lets out a breath that's halfway to a laugh, and drops his hand to her shoulder which he squeezes. ]
Saints, Clary. That's more than a little impressive.
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She's there, though. He knows she is. He takes a breath, and carefully reaches out to where her face had been before. His eyes are intent, watching that space even though he can feel how natural it would be to look away.
His hand connects with something uncertain - her hair, the edge of her ear. He adjusts and finds her cheek, cupping it, and he focuses on what he knows should be there. What he can feel is there.
And then suddenly she is, she's flaring to life in front of him. There's marks on her that weren't before, but it's her. She's there. He lets out a breath that's halfway to a laugh, and drops his hand to her shoulder which he squeezes. ]
Saints, Clary. That's more than a little impressive.
That's Shadowhunter power?