Sage chuckled and leaned into Anya, resting his head lightly on the top of hers. "Well we won't tell him what we've done either way." They couldn't tell anyone they were in love, let alone what had happened in the cave in the weeks prior. But they could still act like the dumb, lovesick teenagers they were when they got the chance. Strangely, he wanted to meet Luther...he wanted to know Anya was in good hands. He'd be her husband, and the king...he wanted him to be a good one. He shifted slightly and wrapped his arms around Anya tiredly. "I'm sure you have plenty of rooms in here," he murmured, closing his eyes.

(double post lol)

Anya closes her eyes when he wrapped his arms around her, bathing in his touch. She had been holding onto for him for the last few weeks, scared that if she let go that he'd slip away... so now, when he was actually holding her, she felt like she could relax a little... like she wasn't about to loose him. Though, her hands were still clutching onto what was left of his shirt... probably out of habit by now. "We have a lot of rooms," she agreed quietly, softly nodding her head the best she could with his ontop of hers, "but there's only a few fit for royalty." She breathed out softly.

Sage smiled softly when Anya relaxed. She'd had a rough few weeks, so he was glad she felt that she could relax now. It was nice to hold her....the past few weeks he couldn't, and she'd carried them both the past few weeks. He wouldn't be here still if she hadn't done everything she could to help him. He was glad they had a bit of time to just be together...not chaotic or out in the snow or hurt somewhere. "Well, I'm sure that there are others for Luther to be in," he murmured sleepily. He'd used all of his energy, and now that he really felt safe and warm he was starting to fall back asleep.

Anya let her breath deepen as Sages warmth sank in. It was so strange... they had just gotten out of a freezing, cell-like room, where Sage had been fighting for every breath. Anya had been struggling too... but no where near to the extent that Sage had been. She should still be worrying about him, running after his every need... she should still be the one holding holding onto him... but she couldn't muster the energy to move anymore. It was almost like she was glued to that position, hands tightly clutching his tunic and her head perching in the nook of his neck. She was so comfortable, and although she still felt awful, just being with Sage without everything being so chaotic, seemed to ease everything. "He's not going to be too impressed that the tavern boy is in his room," she purred in amusement, but her voice was quiet, and she could feel herself drifting off to sleep.

Sage let out a sleepy chuckle. "Well he can deal with it. He'll be king he can deal with a minor dissapointment," he murmured softly, shifting into a slightly more comfortable position. It was quiet, and normally silence meant some was wrong in the streets, but here it was peaceful. Happy. Even comforting. He let himself slowly drift off to sleep, still holding Anya lightly. He knew someone could always walk into the room, but they'd knock before walking in, so they wouldn't be caught. Which was good, because as tired as they both were, they'd probably need the knock to notice someone at the door.

It took a while, but slowly, Anya started to drift away into a light sleep. It wasn't a deep sleep or a long one, but she didn't think that she would have been so... comfortable. She didn't think that she had ever been held by Sage like this, and she had to say that she rather liked it. It had been a few hours before the girl woke up again, extremely early morning, but the light was still peaking through the windows. They had sprawled out a little more on the bed, which quite thankfully was huge. At some point in the night, Anya had wiggled around so that her back was facing him and had taken hold of one of Sage's arms that had been wrapped around her and curled around it like she was handing onto him for dear life. Their legs were lightly entwined, but they were nowhere near as close when they had dozed off. She let out a soft breath, still not quite opening her eyes, "Morning?" She whispered, her voice thick with sleep. She was still facing away from the boy, but she had let go of his arm again in a slightly stretch.

Sage had woken up, glanced at the clock, and closed his eyes again. He sleepily murmured something unintelligible in response to Anya's morning. He was slowly figuring out that he was in no way a morning person. Well, he'd known that before, but he never had a choice to sleep in because he had to work. Or sleep for more than a few hours here and there. But he had all the time in the world right now to lay around .. hopefully with Anya a lot of the time, like how they were wrapped around eachother now. She was warm, and he quite honestly felt safe even though he was in almost as much danger as if he were wandering around the streets right then. But, he was glad he was here with Anya instead. He briefly wondered what they'd do that day, then stopped his brain...he just wanted to enjoy the moment....the girl holding onto him, the safety, the warmth. The love. It was all still so new to feel loved, but he didn't think anything had felt better.

The girl tried to say something to his little murmur, but eventually gave up and let him rest. She should probably get going, to get ready for whatever was planned for the day... she didn't expect to have any normal duties, but they probably would have organized for the doctor to come and check her out, despite not wanting to be seen at all. She hadn't said anything about her arm, and there were only a few visible injuries, but they were only bruises. But it would probably be good to be looked over anyway, especially due to the considerable amount of weight she had lost in just three weeks. Whatever, it was over now... they would both have to try and eat a little at a time until they stopped feeling nauseous... speaking of which, Anya had gone pale again, but it had been like that for a while now. She was still half asleep, but she slowly wriggled away from Sage until she was laying on the other side of the bed, trying to get rid of sudden nausea. Most likely from the idea of having to walk across the castle again... it wasn't exactly far, but the movement still seemed like complete torture, especially since she would have to be walking away from Sage this time.

Sage felt Anya get up, so he grunted a goodbye, still half asleep. She needed to go get ready and figure out what the day held. She should see the doctor too, he'd been with sage once they got back for the most part. Sage curled up into a tiny ball again sleepily and buried his face in the pillow, not wanting to get up, though he figured the queen would want to know what happened and all that. He assumed she'd grill him over what he knew. And try to find something wrong with him to get rid of him, but he'd deal with that later. The queen could deal with him being here...she was queen after all. And Anya wouldn't let her hurt him, to the best of her abilities. He would be fine.