Sage had moved to wrap his arms around her when she curled in, humming softly in response to her comment. "I love you too," he noted quietly, feeling the steady pull of sleep tugging at him. He just nestled his nose in her hair, settling into a comfortable position and just letting himself slowly drift off. It was nice, to just fall asleep slowly with her. Often times he was already passed out by the time she finished getting ready for bed so this was certainly nice.

Mari smiled softly at his comment. She knew he loved her - even if their life had settled down, she knew she was loved. She hoped he knew just how loved he was, too. She settled down after a little bit, though, and eventually drifted off to sleep. She slept through the night, until she heard a loud pounding on the door at about four the next morning. She groaned and poked Sage, although when he didn't wake up she went to put her dressing gown on and wandered down the stairs groggily. The pounding on the door just got worse, until she called down that she was coming. She opened the door, just to be face with a very red faced and teary Anya. Mari groaned and looked at the clock on the wall. "Do you know what time it is?" She asked, still half asleep. The woman just started crying harder, though.

"My mother-" the woman paused for a moment, and Mari just nodded softly and invited her in to sit on the couch as she went to go and get some tea on, and quickly ran up to get Sage.

Sage had just settled down after a while, staying awake for a hwile just to soak in the peace that had enveloped them, though soon enough did fall asleep. He slept pretty well, until Mari woke him the next morning and he sort of peered up at her, admittedly rather confused. "Why the hell are you up," he sort of mumbled with a yawn, though when she explained what was going on, he quickly gathere his thoughts and threw on some clothes, heading downstairs to sit down next to Anya, who'd just flopped into him with a sob. He let out a sort of wish as he moved to hug her, rubbing a hand in circles on her back, throwing Mari a look. He hated to see Anya like this...and he knew it was hard for her. Losing someone you love was like nothing you could ever express. He knew that. He just hoped he'd know what to do, how to help her.

Mari wandered quickly down the stairs just behind Sage, admittedly a little bewildered as to what was going on. They'd just got a letter about the king... and now Anya was here of all places? She supposed it could make sense. She knew the woman relied on Sage, just as he'd relied on her years ago. They needed eachother, she supposed. She furrowed her brows slightly when she caught Sages look, though, and put the cup of tea down infront of the woman. She didn't know what to do, or what to say. They'd all known this was coming, one way or another. She sighed softly and went to sit on a chair across the coffee table.

Sage didn't really know what to say....or if he should just stay quiet and let Anya cry. He opted for that after a bit of time trying to decide what to do, and just held her tightly until she calmed down...whenever that would be. It was upsetting, he knew that. And he was more than happy to just hold her, help in any way he could. If that meant just sitting here with her for a few hours, that's what he'd do.