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Sage offered her a smile and thanks when she brought it over, sipping at it and then setting it down on the side table.
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"Anything else?" She asked, a worried expression still on her face
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Sage shook his head and a offered her smile. "I'm ok," he promised her. "Just a little tired from moving around," he added
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"You sure?" She asked, grabbing a big, fuzzy balnket and draping it over him. She sat beside him on the floor, running her hand through his hair
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Sage hummed softly with a nod, shifting slightly to curl up under the blanket she gave him, eyes already fluttering shut. "I'm sure," he promised with a yawn, drifting off pretty quickly once he settled down.
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Amira stayed there, watching him with cautiousness and adoration in her eyes. She kissed his head and made some food for the both of them, not knowing when he'd wake
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Sage slept for maybe an hour or two, eventually stirring when he smelled the food cooking. He hadn't had a good meal in....a while, so he was definitely eager to eat something good.
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"Hungry?" She asked softly
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Sage hummed with a sort of nod. "Very," he noted with a chuckle. "whatcha making?"
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"I made chicken alfredo" She said proudly, smiling a him wearily
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