Sage slept well ...even the reoccurring nightmares seemed to stay away while he was asleep. Of course, he slept deeply, so dreaming was far from the stage he was at. It was nice to be back with Anya, curled up in her warmth, with her scent enveloping him...it was about as good as it got. When he finally stirred, and opened his eyes, the sun was streaming in through cracks in the window. Anya was still curled up around him, which earned a soft smile. He had figured she'd stay snuggled up....under the covers it was warm and soft and cozy, and he had been gone for a bit. But it was still nice to see the girl curled up around him, almost protectively, kind of like a mother hen. The thought was slightly amusing, though it wasn't far off. He took a deeper breath, shifting slightly to stretch before nestling back down into Anya.

Sage yawned and nodded. "Course I did," he murmured, shifting slightly so he was on his back next to Anya, still pressed against her side. "And I have good news and bad news," he mutterd. "But the bad news isn't relevant for quite some time." He didn't want to dampen the mood, not now when they could finally talk and cuddle and anything else they do pleased to do...it was early enough most people were still asleep, so they had plenty of time to be just the two of them. And it would be New Years that night....maybe they could do something special after the celebration, like they did at Christmas. He'd enjoyed the last party with Anya, he hoped this one would be just as great. He was sure it would ...the rebellion wasn't speeding up at all. And he'd gotten more than enough information. It had come at a price, of course, but if he was going to sleep with someone....he'd rather act like a lovesick puppy and get the information he did than choose to lay with just anyone. Or clean all night by himself.

Anya nodded slowly, resting her hands on her stomach, clasped together as she looked over at him, a tiny smile on her face. "I wasn't sure you would," she noted with a sheepish chuckle. She knew well enough that he wouldn't just vanish without saying anything, but it still kind of was a worry in her head. That one day he would just be gone. But she couldn't think like that... it would just make Sage feel bad, and make herself feel even worse. She sighed slightly and pursed her lips as she pondered on what he'd come up with - and if he'd managed to get anything from his time out there. "Alright then..." she kind of murmured, offering an interesting smile, "What's the good news?" She asked curiously, kind of squinting from the morning sun that was spilling through the blinds. She was curious to know what the bad news was too... but she didn't want to ruin their morning. She was sure that they could discuss it later on before any of the festivities started up later that day.

Sage chuckled. It had been a thought, he could admit that....staying out where he could do as he pleased and not have to follow rules was pretty tempting. But no, he wouldn't leave Anya, especially not wondering if he'd be back or Wonder about what information he'd bring back. He looked over at the girl with a grin. "The good news is you can rest easy...the rebellion won't be happening for a while, they're still recruiting and forming plans. And their plans so far are pretty much stop the castle at night and see how it goes." He shrugged. "The guards will have plenty of time to train and get used to what's going on, and life will go on like usual." He was glad he'd gotten the information he did, even though that night was...less than stellar. But Anya would only get upset if he told her how he got the information, and he didn't want to make this moment anything less than happy, so he left that part out. If she really wanted to know, she'd ask.

Anya nodded slowly before rolling back onto her side again. "That's a good thing, I suppose. At least that means we can put more guards out at night... if they sent anyone out to scout the walls, then they would see it." She noted quietly before giving a small smile. "It also means we can all relax a little." It was true - it wasn't just her that was scaring herself about the whole thing. The maids and a few of the servants were talking about it too, about the nerves it was bringing about. But then again, they couldn't exactly say anything to the castle workers... if the information that they were relaxing trickled down to the village, then they'd probably jump at them when they were least expecting it. She shook her head slightly, realizing she was already overthinking it. "How was it out there? Was everything alright?" She asked with a slightly tilted head, trying to keep her mind off... well, effectively work.

Sage smiled and nodded. "It's a good thing...they're not too hasty about attacking I suppose." He looked over at Anya and shrugged. "I was working at the tavern. Its really the same as before," he murmured. The tavern hadn't changed....neither had the streets. Though, the streets did seem empty without Lizzie. He'd thought about visiting her....then he'd chickened out of it, scared to death for what he might think ...might feel. What if he went back to wanting to get himself killed? What if he ended up like his father and hurt Anya or Luther? His heart told him it would be fine ... But his head screamed not to believe his heart. He'd locked everything away insife him, and it was only coming out when he was with Anya....but he was still holding so much back....and he knew it's not good for him, but he was afraid to let it all out....afraid of his feelings. He'd come to terms with his feelings for Anya, a while back in the cave, but the others still terrified him. Well, his feelings for Anya did too, sometimes, but that was different. He wanted those feelings. The things locked away inside him that were tearing him up....he didn't want those. Wanted to keep them locked up inside him, even if they'd eventually end him. He wasn't going last much longer anyway, living out in the slums.

Anya nodded and gave a tiny chuckle before shifting so that she was curled up around him again. It was still early - very early, and she doubted she'd manage to get back to sleep, but her voice was still dripping with sleep. They could still talk for a while, rest, or do whatever Sage wanted until the castle started to stir again. She smiled gently before resting her head on his shoulder again, pressing the softest peck to the base of his neck. "Where you busy?" she hummed, making a little bit of small talk... with new years in a few hours, she was sure the tavern would be beaming with life, people trying to drown their sorrows to feel even a little bit alright for the festivities. She wondered briefly if Sage wanted to end the year they had Christmas night once her family had split from their little celebrations... or he might be a bit tired, from staying out and the celebrations... if that was the case, then she would be more than content to just cuddle up and talk to him. She cocked her head a little, wondering about what the so-called bad news was... he seemed reluctant to tell her, so was it something bad? Did whoever was leading the rebellion have someone in the castle? "Hey, what was the bad news," she hummed curiously, slipping her hand just under his shirt and running her fingers around his torso in a kind of tickly way.

Sage shrugged. "It was busy enough, but not crazy. At least not yet. Tonight's the day they'll be packed." He shrugged and smiled softly when she curled back around him. He chuckled. "Well the bad news was that the rebellion is going to happen at some point. But like I said, the good news outweighs the bad." He squeaked when her fingers tickled him slightly and squirmed around with a giggle, though he stayed within easy reach for the girl...he couldn't say he didn't like the feel of her hands on his skin or the soft whispers of touches they gave. They would play, and have fun...maybe more later....and he would love every second of it. That's how it always went with the two of them. And he had to say, he really, really liked it.

Anya chuckled when he wriggled away, rather amused by him. She wasn't sure how someone could be so reactive to such little touches. Normally, people would either be a tiny bit reactive or not at all, but Sage? That was a whole other story. She barely had to look at him and he'd get all squirmy. It was pretty cute, though, she could admit that. They had a while, and they could probably afford to mess around for a little while... so why not get into a cheesy tickle fight with him? It was fun, and if it meant she got to hear his laugh, then she was all for it. She scrambled after him when he squirmed away from her, gently grabbing the edge of his shirt to stop him from wriggling any further."Oh no, you don't," she squeaked childishly before lightly tickling his sides in a joking way, sitting up a little so she was on her knees, though trying to stay under the blanket the best she could to hide from the cold.