As her aria subsided and the green glow slowly began to faded from her Servant's body, Beatrice opened her eyes to look upon Saber once more. The young woman's wounds seemed to be fading at a stable rate along with the green glow, and Saber seemed to have the presence of mind to stop straining herself after giving a short apology.
 
For her part, Beatrice just gave the Servant of the Sword a soft smile and waited for the green light to fade. The girl seemed to dip back into silence after that, aside from the heavy pants of her laboured breath; the woman thought it would be inappropriate to say anything more right now. She'd have plenty of time to tease her later, after all.
 
At any rate, the healing was soon done; Saber's breath stabilized into a healthy flow, and with a sigh of relief thanked her Master for her efforts to help her.
 
"No problem, Saber. A Master has to be vigilant and alert at all times if they intend to support a hopeless Servant," Beatrice said, in the same tone as she had addressed Saber with before, simultaneously expressing care and teasing the Servant.
 
She couldn't quite make out whether or not Saber had heard her; it was quite possible the trauma of the last few minutes were still blurring her senses. Perhaps that was for the best, but Beatrice didn't quite get to dwell on that thought; almost immediately afterwards, Saber's expression changed from pleasant, if elated, to disconcerted, and then to apologetic.
 
"... Well, that's a problem," Beatrice muttered aloud as her Servant described the effects of the seemingly-botched summoning to her, shifting from the dual-prongued tone of before to a more sincere, troubled one. From what she'd heard of Servants, it was the matter of skills and their unique Noble Phantasms that could decide battles rather than the simple matter of raw parameters; if Saber had lost the use of her skills, she'd be at a heavy disadvantage to others who retained theirs. Her Noble Phantasms could potentially make up for that, but a loss of both skills and parameters made that seem unlikely.
 
[i]'Hopeless indeed,'[/i] Beatrice thought to herself, crossing her arms and sighing as she began to ponder her options.
 
The sensible option, as far as she could discern, would be to sit out of the War for however long it took Saber to return to full strength. That had its own problems, however; they would still be in danger if they were targeted by a powerful Servant, and the recovery time could be extensive for a complicated being such as a Servant.
That and it would be totally BORING to sit out of the biggest battle royale on the face of the earth for god-knows how long. Beatrice pondered means of trying to advance the process; but as far as she could discern, these means would either deprive her and Saber of resources that could be better used later or were... well... she somehow doubted Saber would consent to that kind of thing, and she wouldn't waste a command seal on something so ridiculous. Even if Saber was kind of cute...
...
[i]'Let's not think about this right now.'[/i] Beatrice thought to herself, a light red flush filling her cheeks before she was snapped back to attention by Saber continuing.
 
Oh, that was right. They hadn't properly formed the contract yet. That would certainly help; at the very least, the flow of prana would ensure the Servant's eventual recovery.
 
So, as Saber lifted herself from the table and knelt before her, Beatrice nodded to the girl and offered her her own hand as she spoke;
 
[i]"Master, my Lady, do you accept my blade?"[/i]
 
And holding out her hand to Saber, Beatrice affirmed their contract in an authoritative tone;
"I, Beatrice Edelfelt, accept the fealty of Servant Saber. I place my fate in the balance of your blade as you place yours in the balance of our contract."