Sage but the side of his cheek as they slowly made their way into the tunnel, not willing to make any noises other than the occasional grunt of effort he couldn't quench. He was sure his breathing told Anya all she needed to know, but he could pretend that he was all fine and dandy anyway. At least the queen didn't care, so she should be helpful since she wanted her daughter to stay safe. Once they got into the tunnel, sage practically collapsed to a position where he was kind of just slumped against the wall and closed his eyes wearily for a while. After a few moments of silence he giggled again as a thought hit him. "I suppose Liz would want me to say hi for her," he mused with an amused tone of voice. It was directed towards Anya...the queen wouldn't think anything of the comment. That was all he could manage to wheeze out though ...he really needed to stop bleeding out or he'd fade off real fast. Already he felt lightheaded. Really lightheaded. And hed had blurry vision for a while.

Anya furrowed her brows at the boy's comment. She had to be honest, and he was honestly scaring her. Not like a little fright, but she was a little nervous being so close to him while he was like this. Giggling over something that wasn't funny, while he was bleeding out the way he was, it was all strange. The girl sighed and shook her head, trying another small smile, figuring he wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind... well, that was if he hadn't lost it already. He'd lost a lot of blood by the looks of things, so she would just have to be a bit more... careful with him. "Liz would what?" She was confused by his little comment but nodded anyway. He was probably seeing things, which was where she supposed he got that from... maybe he was seeing his little sister... she wasn't sure what to say for a moment before offering a slight smile. "Tell her I miss seeing her with you," she murmured as she pondered on what to do about his bleeding. "Come on, you know the drill. Shirt off," she murmured before undoing the top few buttons on his shirt to get him started, not sure if he could see what he was doing, though she had tried to make it sound almost pantomime.

Sage hummed slightly, zoning out for a moment, not really hearing the girl's voice after her response. He only came back to her when she started undoing buttons, and he shook his head slightly. Man, he needed to get a grip. But he shrugged and worked at getting his shirt off - he ruined a lot of shirts. That was a funny thought, at least to him, and he giggled again. "Just not too tight. The bullet's still there," he chirped. He should be serious, but apparently, he was going crazy. Lovely. He just hoped he wouldn't say anything they didn't want the queen to know about.

The girl felt her heart drop when he giggled again... man, this really wasn't good. She wasn't sure how long the boy would last like this... bleeding and giggling like an idiot. It wouldn't help him one bit. "Sage, stop it, please? This really isn't funny," the girl pleaded as she shuffled the shirt off his shoulders and started ripping bits of his shirt up and tieing them around his slightly worse wounds... which of course were just the bullet wounds. The girl just hoped the boy wouldn't lose it too much... her mother was still there, and if he said anything out of place she was sure to finish him off.

Sage shrugged and shut up, though his eyes still glinted with amusement. He was tempted to say 'yes mom' in response but bit his tongue, knowing Anya really just wanted him to stop. Maybe he should just continue to keep his mouth shut...people outside the tunnels could hear him. He looked towards the door almost longingly...he should be out there, helping the guys. Luther was still out there too, somewhere, and he wanted the guy to stay alive. He didn't suppose he had the energy to talk anyway, he was definitely losing it. Which wasn't good, but at least if he was going to die it would be with Anya and in not too much pain.

Anya sighed when the boy finally quietened down, a little bit releaved. It meant the people outside coudln't hear his stupid giggling. She still wasn't sure what that was all about. She'd just have to talk to him later on, once he was a little bit better. Once the girl patched the boy up, she just let her chin rest on his head and just kind of held him there... trying to think things through a little. She had seen Sage injured more than enough, and he'd always pulled through, but she just wasn't sure what to make of this whole situation. It was scary, and she just didn't know what to do. Her mother wasn't much help, not unless it was just keeping them physically safe, and it wasn't like she could talk to Sage about anything serious. Though, she could at least try and talk to him... try and settle her own nerves, and she supposed if he started giggling like a child again she could just stop. "Did you see her? Lizzie?"

Sage didn't open his eyes, but he nodded when Anya spoke up again. "I think she expected me to go with her," he murmured softly. "I would have but...I guess I felt like my job here wasn't quite finished," he mused. A tiny giggle started to escape him again, though he bit his lip to quench it. The queen would quite obviously have no idea who Lizzie was, or why that was the topic of the conversation, or even why it was concerning Anya so much. But if she wanted to she could ask about it, and Anya could answer because talking was getting to be way too much work. He could feel himself relaxing, starting to go limp just slightly, which wasn't good. Anya would be worried, though there wasn't much he could do about that.

When the girl felt him go slightly limp in her arms, all she could do was hold him a little tighter. She did have to say she was proud of the boy, proud of him for not giving up and going with his sister. Not long ago, he would have done it in a heartbeat, just picked up and left with the girl. He was brave for it, she had to say, for holding on for quite so long even though it was obvious he didn't want to. Eventually, the girl buried her head in to his neck, trying to hide the fact that she was scared, and worried, and maybe feeling a little sick from all the blood and really just felt like bursting out into tears. "Sage, if you see her again, you don't go with her," she whispered, though it sounded like she was talking though her teeth, "you never go with her, okay? You stay here with me." It sounded like she was begging... even though she truly didn't believe in the whole thing, it was all a little bit terrifying. She could sense her mother watching them, but the girl didn't seem to care. As long as the woman didn't say anything, Anya had no reason to talk to her.

Sage didn't say anything in response to the girl...talking was beyond him by now. But he did sink into the girl, kind of curling up in a sort of fetal position. She did help calm him down a bit...he wasn't afraid of dying, but he was afraid of what might happen if he did. Anya quite clearly needed him here, at least for a while. He was sure the queen hated that, though there was nothing he could do about that. If she wasn't going to like him any more after this, then she was never going to, and that was just a fact. He was used to people not liking him...but that was Anya's mother after all. He wasn't sure how long they lay there before he heard people calling for the queen and Anya. Tgeir own people. Safe people.

Anya sat there, curled around the boy despite the blood that was seeping through his makeshift bandages and onto her clothing. She knew the boy wouldn't want to just be sat around up here, that he'd want to go help, but that simply wouldn't happen. Not because she didn't want it to, but because even if he did manage to stand up, climb out the passageway and get out there, he'd just be shot dead. If anything, he'd be more of a nuisance than a help, and deep down, she was sure he knew that it was true, too. "Who's Liz," a voice called from behind them. So her mother had gotten herself curious... well, it gave Anya something other than the rebellion to think about. "Lizzie," the girl started before glancing back towards Sage. "His sister, she's dead," she noted quietly before the ringing of voices started buzzing in her head. She looked at the door and nodded for her mother to open it. The voices sounded like Luther, and maybe a few of his men, so if it was them then they should be safe enough... well, just about enough to get out of the passage.