He'll be fine, he'll be fine was the mental reassurance she kept giving herself, as she sprinted past him, fully intent on the presence now sparking irritably in her mind. Clearly, the rune wasn't happy about their method of attack, but Saga wasn't feeling particularly charitable towards it at the moment.

"Rudh radh ridh..." The words came softly and easily, and the bracelet warmed against her wrist. She would handle the rune; she just hoped Alabaster wouldn't get himself gored before that.