Valkyrie and Alec Lightwood
She was sitting off from the crowd, long legs tucked under her, she hadn't touched any food and had actually given up drinking. This trip was bad for her sanity. It gave her plenty of time to think over everything that happened.
It as best if she'd not had time to think.
Her fingers twitched as if she wanted a drink. Instead she balled it into a fist and punched the ground, leaving a really big dent next to her in the sand. She really needad a hobby.