bracing herself against the pillar , she raised herself up on her toes , struggling to see over the crowd- there they were , the lightwoods : maryse with her arms around isabelle , who was sobbing , and robert lightwood sitting on the ground and holding something-no , someone , and clary thought of the time she had seen max at the institute , lying limp and asleep on a couch , his glasses knocked askew and his hand trailing along the floor .