Jace could feel Clary's slow labored breathing, she looked peaceful. He gently touched her hair and kissed her forehead. He saw the door open and Jocelyn came in.

"How is she?" She asked quietly.

"Sleeping, she's exhausted." Jace answered. "I swear she is one of the strongest women I know."

"She is," Jocelyn agreed. "She's stronger than I was. If I were stronger I would have left Valentine sooner."

"No," Jace said. "You were strong; you left him before he could change Clary. That takes a lot of courage. You turned your back on everything you knew for your child. It went against everything we were trained to do."

"Maybe," Jocelyn said sitting on the bed across from Jace. "You make her happy you know."

"I do?" Jace asked.

"Before you, she was just….existing. She wasn't what she could be. You made her that." Jocelyn said. "I didn't know but her being lost in the world was telling her she needed to be a Shadow Hunter. From Valentine I learned to love is…"

"To destroy," Jace finished. "He taught me that too. I'm learning that it isn't. When you love someone, it makes you better, and it makes you stronger."

"I think you two were always meant to be." Jocelyn said reaching over to put a hand on Jace's shoulder. "I know I was silent when you told me you wanted to marry her. I thought she was too young, but in the Shadowhunter world everything is done sooner than Mundanes. You have my blessing to marry her."

Jace smiled. "Thank you. That means everything to me."

"I want to get her cleaned up and out of these mourning clothes. I don't even know why she is dressed in them." Jocelyn said touching the cuff. She paused and gasped. "These are Amatis' mourning clothes. When we left for New York Clary put them back in the trunk that we'd gotten them from." She choked back a sob. "I've got to get these off of her." She began to tug frantically at the buttons on the front of the jacket.

Jace put his hands over hers. "Stop," He said as gently as he could. "Let me get Isabelle to help you. I'll bring up some warm water."

Jocelyn nodded. "Can you ask Luke to start some soup? We need to get some nourishment into her poor little body."

Jace nodded. "Of course, I'll get Alec and Simon to help."

Jocelyn frowned. "I wouldn't ask Simon, he's not a very good cook."

Jace chuckled. "We won't let him near the pot. We'll put him on peeling duty."

Jocelyn rolled her eyes. "He'll love that." She said sarcastically.