Clary loved Carlos with all her heart. She'd follow him to the end of the world and back, follow him where ever. She wrapped her arms around him as well. She fell asleep soon after, and began to dream about the day the Institute had gotten attacked. So much blood had been spilled that day, both the blood of the attackers and of the mutants defending the school. She slaughtered much of the attacking forces, forcing them to retreat. She was covered in blood that day... The feeling of killing felt oddly not wrong to her. The best feeling of all was knowing that she had avenged so many fallen mutant brothers and sisters.
Clary, the next day, endlessly pampered herself. Spa days, salons, the whole nine yards. And shopping. Lots of that. It was quite the day for her, and now the birthday dinner. She wore white and silver, just in all giving off the snowy aura.