Sure. Let's go with that. [ not doubting your purity of heart, sister, but rather the animal's ability to tell.
though maybe he's making a bit of a jab about purity. he's heard some of your stories, isabelle lightwood.
alec watches her get closer, touch the calf, then decides to move closer when she calls on him to do so. he keeps an eye on the bigger bison, though, wearily. he's at a moment's notice from recalling his bow, if necessary but he doesn't want to hurt it, so he'd rather keep proceeding carefully.
once he's right at izzy's side, he he can't help but smile at her and the baby both. his hand reaches to give the calf a light touch of his hand. ]
What do you think this thing eats? Grass? [ kind of. wants to feed it. ]
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though maybe he's making a bit of a jab about purity. he's heard some of your stories, isabelle lightwood.
alec watches her get closer, touch the calf, then decides to move closer when she calls on him to do so. he keeps an eye on the bigger bison, though, wearily. he's at a moment's notice from recalling his bow, if necessary but he doesn't want to hurt it, so he'd rather keep proceeding carefully.
once he's right at izzy's side, he he can't help but smile at her and the baby both. his hand reaches to give the calf a light touch of his hand. ]
What do you think this thing eats? Grass? [ kind of. wants to feed it. ]