Sage chuckled, his mouth turning up at the corners slightly. "I couldn't keep her alive though," he murmured softly. It was his fault she died...if he'd walked faster in the way home or had noticed she wasn't feeling well and took off work...maybe he could have helped her. Instead, he'd just sat there useless. He nodded and sighed. "I suppose that would be best," he admitted. "It might help with that to get out there and see her.. I just don't know what will happen." His father had killed his mother.. killing was all he'd done, really....what if he hurt her? He'd never forgive himself. But she was willing to do this ...and as he thought about it, so was he, at least a little bit.

Sage chuckled, his mouth turning up at the corners slightly. "I couldn't keep her alive though," he murmured softly. It was his fault she died...if he'd walked faster in the way home or had noticed she wasn't feeling well and took off work...maybe he could have helped her. Instead, he'd just sat there useless. He nodded and sighed. "I suppose that would be best," he admitted. "It might help with that to get out there and see her.. I just don't know what will happen." His father had killed his mother.. killing was all he'd done, really....what if he hurt her? He'd never forgive himself. But she was willing to do this ...and as he thought about it, so was he, at least a little bit.

Anyas eyes furrowed slightly as she gave him a slight frown. "Hey, no, Sage. There was nothing you could have done differently. She wad illl and there was nothing you could have done about that..." she trailed off slightly as she cuddled in even tighter. She held onto him for a few moments before drawing in a deep breath. "Don't worry about what goes on when we get down there... I know it was scary for you, and that going back to her grave is even more terrifying, but it doesn't have to be scary. We can take a few games up and mess around... she'd have wanted that," she whispered softly before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

Sage sighed and bit his lip, just pressing closer to Anya. It was good of her to say...he just wasn't sure he believed it quite yet. He still should have done somethign more than just sit there with her. But that was all in the past now. "I think that would be nice," he admitted. "But I just don't know what to extpect. This isn't something I can fight off with a dagger, Anya." That was what was sp scary about it...it was out og his control, and he hated that. He didn't necissarily mind things being out of his control when it came to Anya or whatever, but this was different.

The girl nodded quietly, resting her head on the pillows softly. "I know... and I know its scary that this isn't something you can ward off by waving a knife at it, but it'll be that way for a while," she murmured softly, her chest rising and falling with every breath. "We just need to try and make the bad things seem... fun, and see how that works out." She gave a small smile as she closed her eyes. "And really, Sage. Don't worry about what happens or how you react. I can stay out of your way for a while if things go south, but otherwise I'll be there with you the whole time to bring you back," she shrugged softly, reaching for one of his hands and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Sage smiled softly and squeezed her hand gently. "I know," he whispered. Then he yawned and rested his head on her chest.He was tired now...and he was feeling a whole lot better about everything after talking, he had to admit that. Anya knew how to handle this kind of thing much better than he did...which if he was being honest, was a good thing. It wouldn't do them much good if he finally snapped now. Sobbing in the corner wasn't exactly the help they all needed. He was tired now though ..even more tired than earlier. He was curled up with Anya, and he didn't even care the the covers weren't over them, he just closed his eyes and he was out pretty much right away. The day had been crazy.. hopefully after their little talk he could get some rest.

Anya smiled softly and shifted a little so that they were more comfortable resting together. She was a little cold, but she was wrapped around Sage like she was trying to keep him warm too, so she assumed he'd be comfortable enough, and as long as he was happy that was alright with her. Her hand shifted from his to going back into his hair before finding herself drifting off to sleep again. She hoped he'd make it through the night better this time... and that if he did find himself filled with nightmares again that he'd wake her up so she could be there with him. She knew just being there wouldn't do too much for him, but she could try her best to help... after so long of having no one, she assumed it'd be odd at first for him, but he'd slowly get used to talking to her a little more.

Sage slept well for a few hours before he woke up again, though this time he just kind of pressed himself closer to Anya and took some deep breaths, which seemed to help. He wasn't sure why he could calm down so much quicker...maybe the fact that he felt safe wrapped up in Anyas arms. Whatever the case, he soon fell back asleep and slept the rest of the night. When he woke up, he was still curled up with the girl, kind of like how a young kid would curl up against their mother. He smiled softly and closed his eyes again, tired and more than content to lay around.

Anya slept pretty soundly through the night, happily curled around Sage, her legs loosely entwined with his and her hands in his hair. It was colder in the morning, but she was still comfortable enough. After a little while, her eyes flickered open, but just for a moment before looking down at Sage, a small smile on her face... he always seemed to cuddle in closer and press himself towards her when he slept, and she could comfortably say it had to be one of the most adorable things she'd seen to date. She let out a soft breath before closing her eyes again, trying to keep the comfortable quiet the way it was.

Sage felt Anya shift slightly and then settle back down, and he was perfectly fine with that. It was still early enough, and he was still exhausted, so really he was content to lay around too. Besides, moving hurt, now that he'd been still all night and his wounds had formed deep bruises and whatever else happened that made him feel like this. Normally he was happy to move about all day, but now he just wanted to sleep where it didn't hurt so much. He was sure the one in his cheek showed what they all looked like now ... hopefully Anya wouldn't get too concerned about it. He'd lay about for a bit, few days probably, and he'd be back to normal. They could go visit Lizzie then, if Anya still wanted it to happen.