Alabaster woke up and found himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. Panic seized him for a split second, and he tried to sit up, but his body had other things to say about that. He begrudgingly settled back onto the--- bed? That's right. For whatever reason, he'd appeared in Saga's livingroom. And now, for whatever reason, he was in her bed.

Well, that was only slightly awkward.

He quickly took stock of the damage. As far as he could tell, the bleeding had stopped, and most of his wounds were fine - he must have been out for days if that was the case - but oh was he sore.

Very, very slowly, he hauled himself out of bed, frowning slightly at the dark stains on Saga's bedding, and shuffled painfully into the main room in search of Saga.