Sage sort of let out a soft breath in response to her quiet comment, staying silent for a moment, thinking. "Let yourself grieve. Let it out. Give yourself some time to think, to figure out your emotions. Then just keep moving forward, one step at a time," he noted softly. He pulled back slightly so he could meet her eyes, offerig her a small smile, though it was heavy with the thoughts of the people he'd lost too. "Its gets easier," he promised. "It doesn't seem like it...but it will. Focus on the good time you had with her. Celebrate her life while you mourn. It makes it better, in time," he added, hoping she trusted him enough to just keep going. Keep trying. He had given up when Lizzie died...he knew what it was like. How easy it was. He hoped she would be stronger than he had been.

Anya felt her brows pinch together as she listened to him, though only really glanced up at him for a moment before she had to draw her eyes away. She felt awful. She felt like she needed to lock herself up somewhere and never come out. But, what was she meant to do now? Her parents were gone. She was in charge, now. And, right then, she was curled up on someone's couch, crying into the shoulder of someone she barely saw anymore. This had to have been the first time she'd even been down here in years. It didn't seem like it would get easier... things felt like they'd only go down hill from here, and downhill fast. She just nodded and buried her face into his shoulder, trying to hide the tears that were still fighting their way down her face. She didn't know what to say in response to him... all she knew was that she really didn't have a choice but to keep on going.

Sage just let out a soft breath, wrapping his arms around her when she fell against him again, holding her tightly. "Install a reagant for a few weeks, while you grieve," he suggested. "Give you time to figure it all out without worrying about the throne right away," he added. "Then when you're ready, the kingdom will be waiting for your coronation." He felt a small smile cross his face. "And no one will be prouder of you then me," he added softly.

Anya nodded quiely, although as he kept on going, her tears just got heavier, for whole other reasons. She didnt understand him, how he could so easily try and make things okay. But, he was, and it was working. She wrapped her arms around him and sobbed into his shoulder. She was devastated, but maybe she wasn't entirely alone, not in the way she thought she was. At least someone would be waiting for her on the other side of it all, and trying to help her through it. She thanked him quietly, although made no effort to move. There was so much riding on her... but he was right. Let someone else handle things for a while until she was ready to keep going.

Sage just held her tighter as she cried, hoping he provided some bit of comfort to her. She'd come here for him though, and he was glad she'd sought him out. He'd do his best to help, and if she'd come for help then that meant he'd been helpful before, too. It was good to know how efforts had meant something to her. "You'll be alright," he murmured softly to her, not letting go quite yet. Not until she made the move to pull back. He understood needing someone, and the peace their embrace brought. He wouldn't take that from her, not until she was ready. "And you know if you ever need anything, I'll be here," he added softly.

Sage just held her tighter as she cried, hoping he provided some bit of comfort to her. She'd come here for him though, and he was glad she'd sought him out. He'd do his best to help, and if she'd come for help then that meant he'd been helpful before, too. It was good to know how efforts had meant something to her. "You'll be alright," he murmured softly to her, not letting go quite yet. Not until she made the move to pull back. He understood needing someone, and the peace their embrace brought. He wouldn't take that from her, not until she was ready. "And you know if you ever need anything, I'll be here," he added softly.