Sage perched on the edge of the bed, chuckling at Liz as she insisted she was, in fact, that cold. "Ah, the joys of youth," he mused. "Always the drama queen," he noted fondly. "Between me and her mother, I should have guessed she'd be that way," he added, quieter so only Elara could hear. He didn't often mention Amy to Liz....he only had bad memories of the woman. Well....after the first few weeks anyway.