Stone Circle last time we saw you, you were trying to kill everyone

Uncomfortable tension sparked the air between the two adults, but Clary remained rooted in her place between them. She knew her papa wouldn't hurt her, and she already trusted that Banner wouldn't, either. She didn't know the woman beyond a name and a scent, but something in her gut told her the dark stranger was good, and didn't deserve the treatment Eezee gave her.

Clary accepted the nuzzle from her papa, but strangely found she couldn't muster much affection in the touch she returned. Her heart still hammered for the safety of her friend, and she locked her eyes upon her dad with a stubborn and firey stare. She wouldn't move until he apologized, or backed away.

To her relief, a sorry came quick, along with a murmur of recognition. Clary still stayed between them, but her body unravelled and relaxed, even as the tension died. The pale girl squinted up to her papa's murky outline, and noted a shift in his hackles. Eezee didn't really look angry anymore, and Clary sunk upon her haunches. Yet she rested herself against Banner's front legs, and a kept a hard gaze upon her dad - a possessive claim to the woman, to her safety.