Sage moved to wrap an arm around her when she leaned into his side, humming in agreement. "I'd rather her not catch a cold running around like that," he agreed, keeping a careful eye on the girl as she moved about the yard.

Sage felt a soft smile form on his face as she spoke, nodding along. "Well...mine was from old tavern smoke but ...you're right," he noted. "Liz is still young ...getting sick now wouldnt be good," he added, absentmindedly running his fingers along her arm.

Sage hummed softly with a nod, frowning slightly. "That's probably something we should figure out," he admitted. "Getting sick on the street is dangerous ..but there's not much you can do, so I'm afraid I'm not too well versed on all of that," he admitted. If they'd switched places and it had been Elara that was sick, he wouldn't really have known what medicines did what, and reading labels was hard. "You'll have to show me what medicines we have and what they all do," he added. Winter was practically here, and the cold would bring illness.

Sage nodded with a soft fr hum of agreement, checking the meat over the fire and then pulling it off and putting it on a plate now that it was done. "That would be good," he agreed. "Most I know is a wet cloth on the head for a fever," he admitted with a chuckle.

Sage grunted with a nod. "Right," he noted. "See, I'm not very good at this," he noted with a chuckle, nudging her gently. "What would I do without you," he added with a grin, moving to tear off some meat for Liz and calling her over.