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[ Clary made a noise of surprise as she felt a hand catch her arm. And then she may have briefly shifted to panic as she heard the accent before she saw the face. For a moment the English accent triggered thoughts of a brother she would rather forget. She didn’t even want to mourn him. She needed to forget him completely.

But then she saw the face and a grin formed. The petite redhead flicked her gaze up to the mistleglow to check the colour - this was important. As much as she loved the idea of helping a handsome stranger in distress, not everyone was immediately comfortable with the types of kisses signalled by the colour. Luckily this one was yellow.

She rose up on tiptoes and rest her other hand on his shoulder so that she could press a kiss to his cheek. ]

If only all rescues were as easy as this. Definitely no bother at all.