Saga was normally on top of disturbances. She could feel one within a second's notice and, if its proximity was threateningly close, she could move. However, this particular disturbance didn't seem to be rune-related-- and did seem to be strikingly familiar, once she'd recovered from her initial shock.

It had been a little over a month since Alabaster had returned home, and that should have been the end of it. However, that didn't explain why he was currently gracing her carpet and-- dripping-- bleeding-- leaking oil all over it.

Such curiosities could be answered later, when he didn't look as though he was ready and willing to expire where he lay. Saga didn't waste any further time, managing to lift him up enough to wrap a hand around his waist and drag him (as gently as she could) into her room and onto her bed. She paid the oil stains no mind, instead focusing on cleaning and bandaging what she could with a grim expression. He didn't look good, and she was still weak on her feet from her latest escapade. She'd just have to take care of what she could and leave the rest to him.

A murmured request to her grandfather for assistance never hurt things, either. It was just a shame that cleaning the rest of the mess fell squarely on her shoulders, which she faced now (after she had spent the last hour or two tending to her patient).

"... Well." She shrugged, grabbing some clean rags. "it kind of gives the place character."