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Sage pressed a kiss to her head. "Never," he promised. "That wasn't your fault."
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"I doubt you only want Liz, though?" She asked, her tears slowing
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Sage hummed softly. "I'd like more. But doesn't have to be now."
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"I'm sorry...You can tell me whatever you want, but it's still my fault..."
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Sage just shook his head. "I promise it's no one's fault. But why don't you try to get some rest? It'll help you feel better," he suggested softly.
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"You're sure you aren't mad at me?" She double-checked, still worried
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Sage nodded, tucking hair behind her ear. "I'm sure," he promised
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Amira nodded, falling asleep in his arms
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Sage relaxed once she was asleep, and moved to let himself drift off too
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