She is fine. She hates us both but it really didn't sound like anything else was wrong

Clary's mother apparently reguarded him as about as sexually threatening as a goldfish.

I dislike boats," Ragnor observed, looking around. "I get vilely seasick." The turning green joke was too easy. Magnus was not going to stoop to make it.

Oh, its big enough,” he said patronizingly, “but somehow I was expecting…you know.” He gestured with his hands, indicating something roughly the size of a house cat. “It’s the Mortal Cup, Jace, not the Mortal Toilet Bowl,” said Isabelle. -Jace & Isabelle, pg.349-

That Jem makes beautiful things and I destroy them. That it really ought to be me dying and not him. I mean, what's the point of living if you can't even enjoy it? Yet Jem enjoys all the life he's got. It's not fair.

Okayyyyy,” Isabelle said in a low voice, “When did Brother Zachariah get hot?

Do reasons matter when there's nothing that can be done to change things.