As the flash of intense light blasted throughout the room, Beatrice instinctively moved her hands to cover her eyes; she could do without losing her corneas before the fucking war even started, after all.
For a few moments, she stood there as the light raged.

And then she froze as it abruptly faded and left a loud crashing sound and a piercing, feminine scream in its wake.

[i]That[/i] certainly didn't sound good. 

She opened her eyes, lowered her arms. 
And stared at the pitiful sight before her.

A young woman writhing in the ground in absolute agony, her body seemingly broken at random intervals with hot, fresh, coppery blood seeping out of her.
For once, Beatrice paused in shock, not knowing quite what to do; had she botched the summoning? Was this girl's state her doing? What the fuck?

A few moments passed, and Beatrice remained paused; and then the girl began to crawl towards her, before pulling herself up into a respectful kneel. 
She spoke, confirming that she was indeed the Servant she meant to summon; Beatrice gathered herself and prepares to reply-

Before the girl collapsed again, and stayed down this time.

Again, Beatrice paused.
And then she just sighed. 

"Look, before anything, let's get you fixed up. Can't fight a war with a broken weapon, sweetie," She said, in a tone that was a mix of both care and slight condescending teasing, as she reached down and placed her arms beneath those of her Servant's, lifting her armoured upwards with surprising ease.
A moment later, Saber was laid across one of the tables in the cellar; the tools that had been strewn across it a moment before carelessly wiped onto the floor by her Master, who took a deep before seeming to focus on something unseen. Something invisible.

Looking at her invalid Servant, Beatrice placed her hands together, before igniting the Od within her; and as she began to chant, a faint green glow of reparation began to envelop Saber.