Sage heard the slight exchange between mother and daughter, though he didn't feel like he had anything to say even if he had the breath to talk. He heard the voices, and saw the girls mother reach for the door. He hoped they were who they thought they were....if the opened the doors for a group of rebels they were all dead. But really, he was half dead already, so he supposed it wasn't a huge issue. Although, he did know that Anya would be absolutely devastated...Luther too probably...if he were to die, especially like this. They'd have to live with it at some point but he could try to stay alive when he was in their sights he supposed. Really, it was the least he could do.

A huge sense of relief washed over Anya when she saw Luther and one or two of his men rush in. At first glance, they did look a bit like the rebels... covered in blood and wounds that were sure to scar with time, but it didn't take long for it to click. She didn't think everything would be over... there was no way it could be, but she was sure things were easing up a little if they'd found the time to step away from the battle. The girl let out a gentle sigh and her grip loosened on Sage as Luther rushed over... they soon decided it was best to get out of the passage, mainly because if any of the rebels managed to get in, they'd all be done for. They needed to get somewhere they could see them coming. Somewhere safe. Where they could try and see to Sage the best they could get him somewhere he'd be comfortable, at the very least. One of the slightly bigger lounges would do, where they could try and stitch him up. She had Luther's guards pick the boy up so he was comfortable and they made their way out, Luther leading the way until they were in the clear.

Sage would have started giggling and said something along the lines of 'oh goody they're friends' when Luther and his guards came into the passageways, though when he attempted a laugh it just came out as more of a wheeze, though his eyes glinted with a sort of feverish amusement anyway. He wriggled around for a moment when someone picked him up, though he didn't have the energy to do that for long, as by now he was, admittedly, in a pretty bad state. A month ago he'd be dead by now, which he didn't know if he wanted or not. He did want to see Liz, but at the same time, he was a stubborn fool who never left a job undone, so he wanted to see this through. It was an odd combination, wanting to die but not wanting to go quite yet. He wondered where they were heading...the doctor was probably out tending to the people he could, and Sage didn't know if anyone else knew enough about what they were doing to care for him much. But that didn't really bother him - Anya was there, and Luther was too. They were both safe, so really that was all he cared about.

Anya couldn't help but feel a little more relaxed when they got into the slightly bigger lounge... it was more secure, and they had a lot more space than they really needed. The guards set him down on a large sofa, and Anya seated herself just next to him, making sure to keep a keen eye on him. The boy was already pretty limp, and it was really quite scary for her. She didn't want to loose him. The boy had pretty much turned into her everything, and she wasn't going to loose him from trying to protect her home - somewhere he wasn't even all that welcome. The girl fiddled with his air as the adults and Luther talked... she hoped they'd figure something out. Not just to help Sage, but to find a way to put this all to an end. She didn't even think Sage would be able to tell her what to do. Sure she'd seen this whole getting shot thing a few times now, and how the doctor did things, but there was no chance she'd remember what to do.

Sage was pretty much using Anya as something to focus on so he wouldn't pass out by then. Her fingers playing with his hair was calming, though he could barely feel the touch. He let himself close his eyes after a while, his vision going in and out anyway. At this point, he was just trying to conserve any energy he had left...he didn't know how long they'd be here...didn't know what the doctor could even do if he did somehow got here and had tools to help. He definitely didn't have everything he'd need. But he did have to trust the guy...he'd helped him out plenty of times before he supposed. The poor man must be getting tired of healing him, he thought with amusement.

Anya sat for a little while, just playing with the boy's hair as she tried to calm herself. She just watched as everyone talked, trying to comprehend everything that was going on. Eventually, the few guards filed out leaving Luther behind. He briefly mentioned they were going to find someone to could maybe tend to Sage. All Anya could do was stare and nod, still feeling quite frankly odd. About it all. The fact that Sage thought he'd seen Lizzie was terrifying, and the boys giggling, and the fact there were a bunch of villagers running around her home and that she was just hoping for everything to go... well. The girl sat quietly for a little while before giving a small sigh, looking up to her mother for some kind of reassurance, but there was nothing there, just an equally as worried look.

Sage wasn't aware of much of what was going on...he saw a bunch of the men leave, no doubt to try and help something somehow. Though, unless the doctor was a miracle worker, he wasn't sure how much he could do. Though, Sage didn't especially care at this point. His senses were definitely muted by now and he really was out of ideas. Just conserve his energy and lay there quietly. that was all he could do by now.

The girl rested quietly and fiddled with the boy's hair. She was at a loss. God, could she not just be helpful for once? She wasn't even keeping Sage conscious, just making sure the boy was alive. She wanted to go out and help somehow to protect her castle, but god knows she'd just get herself killed. The girl looked from Sage then to Luther, who was throwing knives from a window... There were still hoarding around the doors... they were still coming. How many of them were there? Ideally, they would get out of the castle and somewhere safe, but that didn't look like it'd be possible. Soon enough, the girl slipped off the couch and padded over to Luther and watching as he threw his never-ending pile of knives down below. Some were thrown back up at the boy, but he just caught them and chucked them right back down again in hopes of hitting someone. "Can I help," the girl murmured. Luther nodded and handed a small knife to the girl. "Once you throw, take a step back or they'll get you." The boy gave a reassuring nod. Well, this was one way to pass the time, she supposed.

Sage could sense Anya walking away, no doubt to try and keep herself occupied. He kept her in his peripheral vision...her and Luther both, not willing to let either of them get hurt. Of course, there wasn't much he could do, but if someone attacked the two of them he'd force himself up and over there. He had a bit of energy left, and could use it in a spurt if he really needed to. But it would have to happen soon, or his energy would be completely gone by then. He wasn't sure how long he lay there before he heard the guards come back with the doctor, who held a small beg. He wasn't sure what all that would do, but he supposed the doctor knew what he was doing. He knew he'd have to help injured men...sage had seen the fight, and he wasn't the only one hurt.

Anya tried her best to help Luther, to hit as many people as she possibly could, but soon enough the villagers were either dead or in the castle... which she supposed was a good thing. It meant things were coming to an end... well, as long as there wasn't another wave of them. Luther stayed at the window once the doctor got here, but rather than staying somewhere she didn't think she was much help, Anya decided it was better to see what the doctor was doing. In all honesty, she rather enjoyed watching the man work. It was all rather... interesting. Even if she was sick to death at the very sight of blood, she supposed it was good to learn from him, just in case something like this were to happen again. Anya made herself comfortable on the end of the couch again as the doctor got everything out. He hadn't said a word before getting to work, getting tweezer-like tools out to try and grab the bullets. She supposed it was a good thing, it just meant he would have seen to Sage quicker and be able to help more people.