Jace was stood in the infirmary of the Institute calmly monitoring your progress. He had witnessed you get attacked by a multitude of demons. As a Shadowhunter, Jace couldn't stand by and do nothing. It was his job to protect mundanes. The job of every Shadowhunter to protect mundanes.

"Has the mundane woken yet?"

Jace turned at the voice, eyes locking on his Parabatai Alec Lightwood. The blonde shook his head.

"Not yet. I expect it may take a while. A sighted mundane isn't something that we come across often."

Alec rolled his eyes.

"At least you didn't rune this one."

Jace kept his gaze on the mundane laying out cold as he replied to Alec.

"Clary wasn't a mundane. I suspected that long before I gave her a healing rune."