After dreaming of Abbadon, Alec didn't really want to sleep. He didn't want to risk dreaming of his injuries again and this time having a poisoned wound show up on his chest instead of just claw marks. So instead, he wandered the Library, dressed in his black shadowhunter gear and trying to stay awake.

When he heard the cry, Alec drew one of his seraph blades and ran toward whoever might be in danger. He slowed when he realized that there was no obvious danger. Still scanning the room, he looked over at the other patron. He vaguely recognized her from Magnus' ball but her hair had been longer then. "Are you okay?"