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“James eyed Matthew. “Thomas,�� he said, in a low voice. “Maybe a healing rune?��
Thomas nodded and approached Matthew cautiously, as one might approach a stray cat on the street. Some time ago James had discovered that healing runes sobered Matthew up: not entirely, but enough.
“Push up your sleeve, then, there’s a good fellow,�� Thomas said, seating himself on the arm of Matthew’s chair. “Let’s wake you up and James can tell us whatever mad thing he has planned.��
“It seems somehow blasphemous to use Marks to rid oneself of the effects of alcohol,�� Matthew added, as Thomas put his stele away. The Mark in question gleamed, new-made, on Matthew’s wrist. He looked already more clear-eyed, and less as if he were about to fall asleep or be sick.
“I’ve seen you use your stele to part your hair,�� said James dryly, as he began to examine the window locks.
“The Angel gave me this hair,�� replied Matthew. “It’s one of the Shadowhunters�� gifts. Like the Mortal Sword.��
“Now that is blasphemy,�� said Thomas.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold