“I can’t do it.” decided Clary, throwing the stele on the ground in frustration. Her and Izzy had been locked inside the tiny room for almost an hour, trying to get Clary to perfectionate her tracking skills.
Ever since the time with Simon, when it had taken her literal hours to finally track down his mother, Clary had tried to do it again, to get better at it, all in vain. Her major fear was that Izzy would realise what a failure she was at everything shadowhunter-y and just take back all the words she had said before about her being Clary’s safe heaven in that new world.
Izzy could see it in her eyes, the fear of disappointing that just led her to more and more errors. But she didn’t know how to help her, how to get Clary to understand that she could do it.
“We might be going about it in a wrong way. Let’s try something else. Let’s try replicating what was going on with you and Simon when it actually started working.” tried Izzy, a hand almost carelessly left on Clary’s tight. Unconsciously letting her now that Izzy was there and she wasn’t leaving any time soon.
Clary frowned in concentration. “Uhm, we were just standing outside, talking about his mom and how much I wanted to help him, and how much his mother meant to me and I meant to him, and it just clicked. I felt her.” she explained, shrugging.
Izzy smiled, although her eyes were still serious, and put her hands on her shoulders. “Just feel it, Clary. Think of Lydia, try and find her inside the Institute.” she squeezed her shoulders. “I believe in you.”
A warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the tracking had her almost smiling, as she closer her eyes, and held the stele tighter in her hands, and-
there it was. Lydia.
She opened her eyes again, and nodded at Izzy. “I can sense her.”
Izzy smiled back, dropping a small kiss on her forehead. “I knew you could do it. I always believe in you.”