Sage was pretty much accepting his situation. There wasn't really anything he could do, as fighting and running by then were out of the question. Though, he knew he wasnt going to die....and he wasn't sure if that was bad or good. He'd take dying if it meant no more pain, but he really didn't want to give up quite yet...he'd just dissapeared, and no doubt Anya was worried sick, if she even knew what was going on or what had happened. No doubt she'd hear about it, and do something....he just hoped she wouldn't do anything stupid. He knew the girl had a tendency to get upset about things, and she was protective of him...and admittedly part of him wanted her to come find him. But his brain told his heart to shut up ...she could get hurt coming out here, and he definitely didn't want that. He just shoved his emotions away like he was used to. Well, everything but the terror about what his father would do next. Though, as his vision wavered, he figured that it wouldn't matter much once he passed out. He kind of went limp...he'd take passing out if it meant he was oblivious to this. And maybe his father would leave him alone after that point ....though no doubt he'd just be dragged back to the cabin and locked up there. Which he definitely didn't want. Well, he supposed it didn't matter too much, if his father brought him back he'd find a way to die before he hurt him much more. That was, if he survived this, which at the moment seemed to be only somewhat likely.

Anya watched from a distance as Luther wandered up to the man, slowly and quietly, the knife clutched tightly in his hand. From where she was standing, it seemed like the boy would have the upper hand... he was a lot bigger, and she was assuming stronger too... if he could get the man in a vulnerable position, with a knife on his neck and his hands behind his back, then they should be set. If he could keep the man still, so he couldn't make any swift movements and get him on the ground, then he should be safe, too. After a moment of standing there, Sage's father far too busy whipping his son to notice the boy behind him, Luther made one swift movement, slipping the knife towards his neck as he was instructed and spinning the man around so he was facing away from Sage, all the while making sure he didn't get a good look at Luther or spot Anya from the wall corner. The knife pressed into his neck drawing a thin line of blood from his throat. The boy grunted some form of threat before nodding to Anya when she pretty much sprinted to Sage's side. She looked at him for a moment before dropping to her knees at his side... she'd have to make this quick, get Sage up and somewhere safe soon because she wasn't overly sure how long Luther would be able to hold onto his father. It was a good thing he was turned away from them... because it meant they could get away without being seen, and they didn't have to go too far too quickly. "Sage," her voice crackled quietly as she tried to get him up... she'd figure out if he was passed out soon enough... she didn't want to pick him up like this, and she wasn't sure if she still could anyway, considering he had put a fair bit of weight on since living in the castle. "Sage, come on," she repeated quietly, gently trying to shake him.

Sage was only partially conscious when he heard a slight commotion, and felt the cold air rush over him. His father wasn't there...and before he knew what was happening, he felt a softer touch, and Anyas voice. So the crazy girl had run off. Unless he was imagining things....but he could feel here there...and he didn't think he could imagine her touch.he opened his eyes slowly, trying to catch his breath a bit. Her face was blurry, but she was there. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the belt laying in the snow. Why? He didn't have a clue, until he saw Luther holding his father at knife point. He shook his head, bewildered at what all was happening, though he couldn't say he wasn't thankful about it. "You're crazy," he raised, a slight chuckle rising in his throat. He quenched the laugh though, and tried to stand up...his father would try and make a move soon, and when he did Luther most likely wouldn't have time to react before the guy was dead. His father was ruthless ...he wouldn't try to intimidate, he'd turn around and kill Luther in one swift movement. And sage had seen it happen...no one ever saw it coming, and no one ever survived it. If Luther was killed trying to help him ....if either him or Anya even got hurt...he knew he could never forgive himself. He was the reason they were here, after all. Eventually he managed to stagger to his feet, though he was leaning heavily on Anya. Luckily, he was still fairly light...he'd gained some weight but he still wasn't really any heavier than Anya...he was suddenly glad he was so small ..it would be much more difficult to leave if he were closer to Luthers size.

Anya shuffled slightly, pulling Sage up and wrapping an arm around his back to keep him up and shifting so that he could lean on her. She furrowed her brows when he heard his attempt at a chuckle, shaking her head slightly as she walked him around two corners fairly quickly... well, she pretty much dragged him there, trying to be as fast as she possibly could with another person on her side. Mainly because Luther could very well be risking her life, just because she'd asked. "I'm not crazy," she snorted, carefully helping him to the ground before peeking over the corner, waiting to see Luther run around the corners, "Just really, really angry." It was true, she was more pissed off than anything... which was why she'd dragged Luther out, too. She wouldn't have been so quick to react if she didn't think Sage was in danger and would have probably thought things through a little better. She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited to see Luther run past. She thought the worst for a few moments until he belted straight past her. She let out a type of sigh of relief before hiding away behind the corner again and coming down to Sage's level. He was covered in blood again, and there had been a good few marks added to his collection of scars. She looked him over, making sure there wasn't too much to worry about... he had lost blood, so he was probably a little dizzy, and she couldn't imagine the pain he was in, but he'd make it back so she could get him seen by the doctors... then she could go scream at some people. It was hard to explain the burning sensation of rage that had built up in her chest, but it needed to come out, most likely at her mother... she was the one who'd let this happen. "Do you think you'll make it back? We need to get you back and warmed up... then I'll have the doctor see you and I can go put whoever sent you with him in line," she hissed at him. She still had a few tears rolling down her face, but she was relieved to have him in her arms again... she just wanted him safe, really... but it seemed almost impossible to keep this man safe at this point, that he'd never really be at ease. She gently cupped his cheek after a little while, offering a small smile, or rather trying to. "You should have stayed in bed." she teased lightly before helping him up again, eager to get back within the gates before his father found him again.

Sage snorted and gave Anya an amused look. "You're definetaly crazy. I don't think anyone else would go storming out here when there's threat of a rebellion to find a person you know could very well kill you without a second glance." Then he grunted and nodded. "I'll live," he muttered and then raised his hands in an attempt to calm the girl down, and wiped the tears off her face gently. "No one sent me with him...a guy grabbed me and dragged me over there, but I was the one who decided to go. It was that or they stormed the castle right then and there...and people would die. So I went with dad." He shrugged and chuckled. "Staying in bed would have been preferred, I'm figuring that one out," he said in quite an amused tone. in all honesty, he'd most likely pass out once he got somewhere safe. All the running and hitting and the rest....it had exhausted him. He almost wished the doctor would wait...he just wanted to curl up somewhere warm and safe with Anya. But he knew seeing a doctor was smart, infections were likely and he was pretty much frozen stiff by now...his lips felt frozen so even talking seemed like a chore.

Anya nodded slightly before pulling one of his hands around her shoulder so she could help him out on the way back to the castle. She grunted a little as they walked, shifting slightly as she tried to get in a more comfortable position. She was going fast again, trying to get back before his father came back. He had blood everywhere, and if it was dripping in the snow, leaving a crimson trail everywhere... she was kind of glad for the mud through the forest, it'd make it a little bit harder to track the boy through the tunnel. "Still not crazy," she scoffed, though she didn't sound at all amused... she didn't know how he could joke about in a situation like this... it was almost scary. "Like I said, I'm so angry, Sage. Who said they could take you? Who took you? I swear to god I'm going to hurt them," she grumbled before jumping to pull him back a little. They made it back towards the tunnel safe enough, to what Anya made sure was locked behind them... she refused to give anyone the opportunity to slip in the castle again. She led the boy through the castle before storming towards the doctors, almost kicking the door down before placing him in a seat. The doctor didn't even flinch, quite used to her antics. He just looked at Sage for a moment before giving Anya a nod to say he'd see what he could do... he'd probably talk to the boy once she left. She sighed slightly and pressed a quick kiss to his cold lips, not really caring about what the doctor saw... he wouldn't tell anyone anyway. "I'll go get you a blanket and another shirt... do you need a drink, anything?" She asked quietly, waiting for his response before wandering off to pick up whatever he asked for.

Sage shook his head and shrugged. "I dunno. Probably some goon my dad hired or something," he admitted. "Really, Anya, I'm alright. It's not like this hasn't happened before." He was pretty surprised when she kissed him...though the doctor didn't seem to care at all. He could feel the blush rising in his cheeks and shook his head. "I'll be alright," he all but stuttered and then when she was gone he looked over at the doctor and gave him a sort of sheepish grin and tiny wave like saying 'me again' in a somewhat amused manner. No doubt the guy was tired of healing him....he didn't think he really liked him, and was only doing this because Anya had threatened him. Though, he hadn't really talked to the guy much ..he was usually unconscious when the doctor got to him. He should probably work on that.

The man looked at Sage for a moment with a slight smirk after Anya kissed him and left before grunting and sitting down next to him, clapping his hands as be got straight to work cleaning up his newer wounds, along with inspecting the older ones to make sure they were healing all properly. "Lucky boy... one of these days, that girl is going to leave you to bleed... or that'd what I've been hoping for, at least," he scoffed slightly as he made up a paste, most likely to soothe the newer looking injuries before covering them up. "Right, how'd this come about this time? And did you hit your head at all?" He asked before standing up and grabbing a few make shift bandages and gesturing for him to turn around so that he could bandage him up. He figured that he'd been bleeding for some time, and while there wasn't much he could do about that, he could give the boy some supplements if he so wished, but he really just needed to rest.

Sage chuckled slightly and shrugged. "She'd probably have been smart to leave me out there," he admitted, in a slightly grumbly manner. He thought for a minute and then shook his head slowly. "I think my cheek was the closest my dad got to my head. I do know how to protect myself, you know." He raised an eyebrow at the doctor, though he wasn't really upset with the man. He was too tired to get mad at anyone right now. And now that whatever paste the doctor had put on him was settling into the cuts, the pain ebbed a bit and he really just wanted to sleep the rest of the day and through the night. The bandages weren't super helpful, from what he could tell, though if the doctor's doing it he supposed it was for the better. He wondered when Anya would be back...he had to wait for her and then he could take his leave and go to bed. Hopefully. He also somewhat hoped Anya wasn't going to yell at anyone too much about this...he didn't want her or anyone else upset.

The doctor shrugged slightly and sat across from the boy with a slight chuckle when he was done. "Luckily for you she might just be on of the dumbest - well, not dumbest, but most impressionable people I've ever met. If she thinks you care about her then I'd like to bet that she'd die for you... stupid thing." He smiled inwardly, gently patting the boys shoulder, "don't abuse that... she won't save you forever." He murmured as the girl wandered through the door, a dark green tunic and a blanket folded up in her arms. She had a read mark on her cheek, too.... she'd made the silly decision to stop by her mother on the way back, and it was safe to say it wasn't the best idea... especially not to have a screaming match with her, not just about Sage but about her leaving at all. Just as usual, the girl lost and left with a slap across the face, quite literally. "Here," she murmured sheepishly, handing him the shirt and wrapping the blanket around his shoulders lightly. "Everything good?" She asked quietly, to which she got a nod. "All fine. Take the bandages off tomorrow at some point, once they've started to heal over. Hopefully they'll keep any infection out until then." He shrugged before going back to his business. Anya nodded slightly and knelt down in front of the boy with a slight smile. "Where are you wanting to go?" She asked quietly.