Milley beheld Leandre, frightened by a scorching intensity that surpassed all she had seen. She cowered in fear, stepping back from his searing blaze.
The air grew still, and Leandre and Clary were left alone in silence. Leandre couldn't help but stare at Clary, impressed by her unwavering bravery but also with a twinge of amusement. "That was a bold move!" He remarked with genuine admiration. He found himself fascinated by the plethora of shades within her, never quite able to predict what she would do or say next.
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious," Clary said, her tone uninterested. "In case you forgot, you are no saint either. You called me little girl," She muttered the last part, but Leandre picked it up. Clary couldn't fathom why these two were treating her like a schoolgirl. She is lean and looks younger than her age because of her commitment to a healthy lifestyle and added good genes.
