the only family I have left
"With all due respect, Mags, you look like shit," Jas muttered, before stepping forward & hugging her savior/friend/favorite warlock. He had almost a whole foot on her, so hugs with him made her feel like a child, but well...she only hugged two people in the world.
Hopefully, Jas wasn't being hypocritical--her job as a hunter for hire always left her with bruises, if not the occasional broken bone. Thankfully, she didn't have any gauze to hide, so she could wear a short-sleeved dress to Magnus's party. It was one of the only articles of clothing she had that wasn't made of cheap, black cotton--not because she couldn't afford better, but because she spent 95% of her time in her own version of a Shadowhunter's gear. If she didn't sometimes go undercover, Jas might not know what those outside the Clave wore. She couldn't upset her fashionable friend by looking trashy, though.
"Are you still accepting work from the Shadowhunters? You'd better charge them for initial consultations, plus extra if they plan on putting you in danger." Jas was frowning, legitimately worried. His usual sparkle (no pun intended) seemed...dim.