The reminder of how his kin could be almost caused him to flinch even if he tried not to be that way. Alec slipped occasionally, reverting to old habits but there was never a real bite to his words. It was more like he was reciting old lessons than believing the words. In his own way, he was just as 'dirty' as Downworlders, Maybe dirtier since he had feelings for both another man but his parabatai. "I try to thank the people who help me."
Though, he doubted he'd be able to find the words to express his gratitude to all of them. Maybe Magnus could help him find a way to show them that he was different than other Shadowhunters they had met.
Though he probably didn't look like one. Having heard the suggest of a bath seemed to make Alec realize how much he needed one. His clothes were probably beyond saving, covered in blood and ichor. The rest of him probably wasn't that bad. Catarina and Magnus would have needed to clean his wounds, but his skin was starting to itch at the thought of how bad it must have been. "I'd like a bath. And to get out of these clothes, if I can." Maybe someone would be close enough in size that he could borrow some things until his clothes could be washed.
Then, his discomfort was forgotten and he noticed Magnus wince. Reaching out to touch her side, he thought better of it, letting his hand hover a few inches away, guilt edging his thoughts. "Magnus, were you hurt when you rescued me?" All this time he'd been thinking of his own injuries. He'd never considered that she might have been hurt as well.
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Date: 2013-08-26 03:27 am (UTC)From:Though, he doubted he'd be able to find the words to express his gratitude to all of them. Maybe Magnus could help him find a way to show them that he was different than other Shadowhunters they had met.
Though he probably didn't look like one. Having heard the suggest of a bath seemed to make Alec realize how much he needed one. His clothes were probably beyond saving, covered in blood and ichor. The rest of him probably wasn't that bad. Catarina and Magnus would have needed to clean his wounds, but his skin was starting to itch at the thought of how bad it must have been. "I'd like a bath. And to get out of these clothes, if I can." Maybe someone would be close enough in size that he could borrow some things until his clothes could be washed.
Then, his discomfort was forgotten and he noticed Magnus wince. Reaching out to touch her side, he thought better of it, letting his hand hover a few inches away, guilt edging his thoughts. "Magnus, were you hurt when you rescued me?" All this time he'd been thinking of his own injuries. He'd never considered that she might have been hurt as well.