Alabaster watched, half fascinated, half horrified. His own contribution to this little outing seemed small when compared to the agony crossing Saga's face.

Only after she fell did he approach her, assuming that she had finished what she had set out to do. Still, he didn't do anything as presumptuous as pick her up - he was a mess of oil and boar's blood, instead he just knelt by her side, careful not to drip on her.