Sage chuckled at Anyas comment and grinned down at the girl. "If it were up to you you'd wrap me up in bubble wrap and never let me leave your side," he chuckled. He didn't mind it, really he didn't, but it was slightly amusing. He felt the blush creep along his cheeks when she called him adorable, but he shrugged lightly and laughed softly. "She reminds me of Liz," he admitted. "If she were ever to be healthy. If I could ever do enough to keep her like that."

A slight frown crossing her cheeks. "You did everything you could for Liz," the girl whispered as she shuffled away from him slightly. "And Sage, she loved you for it, she really did. It was just... unfortunate she got ill when she did. You were trying to be the father that neither of you could have, and you did a good job of it, she was a great person," she murmured quietly before slipping the hand in his hair down to the cheek and running her thumb along his cheek in a slightly more soothing manner. "You tried your hardest for her, and she knew that."

Sage sighed and closed his eyes at her touch. "I wish I could believe you," he whispered, truly meaning what he'd said. "I just hope I can do more for Charlotte, though with my history I'm not sure she'd trust that," he sighed, leaning into Anya bit, seeking her comfort, of any kind. After a bit of silence, he whispered "I miss her," talking about Lizzie. Maybe he shouldn't have let the crack in his voice through, but really he couldn't help it. After seeing her healthy and happy, it had just told him how badly he'd done.

Anya let the boy lean into her, knowing full well that nothing she said would make this any easier for Sage. At the end of the day, Lizzie was his sister... and she was never coming back. She couldn't imagine what it would be like for the boy, having the only person that'd really cared about him taken from him in such a short space of time. She really meant what she'd said about Lizzie, though... she was a good kid, and even from the short amount of time she spent with the girl, Anya knew the girl loved Sage... Lizzie wouldn't have wanted him to feel so guilty about it, and Anya didn't have a clue what to do that'd make him feel better, if anything would do that. The girl eventually nodded, "I know," she whispered gently in response to missing the girl. Anya just hugged him in tighter, one hand on his cheek and the other running up and down his back in a soothing manner.

Sage didn't respond to the girl, not this time. There wasn't really anything to say...and now that he'd cuddled in and let Anya hold him, he found himself exhausted. He knew Lizzie had loved him, more than anything and anyone, but that made it even worse...she'd trusted him to care for her, and he couldn't make that happen no matter how hard he tried. He'd given everything for her, and yet he was still the one left. He found himself drifting off to sleep, listening to Anyas heartbeat and feeling her gentle touch.

Anya rested her chin lightly on his head before giving a soft sigh. She knew he must have felt awful about Lizzie, but Anya knew he would have sold his soul to keep the girl safe. And he'd done a good job of it, too. It was just a shame the cold of winter had gotten the better of her... everything the boy did was down to Lizzie. His work at the tavern, all of it, even agreeing to be a guide for Anya was for the girl. Anya wasn't sure how to let the boy know he'd been enough, but she could at least try and console him. When she noticed he'd gone quiet, the girl peeled her hand on his cheek away, but kept on with trailing lines up his back and got comfortable. "I love you," she whispered quietly to the boy, not sure if he could really still hear her, before trying ro drift off to sleep too.

Sage hummed softly in response to Anyas comment, barely registering what she'd said before falling asleep. It was barely a response, a tiny little noise, but it was something. He slept decently for a while, though the nightmares came for a little visit after about an hour or so. He was a bit more fitful then, though they were the same old thing and he could generally sleep through them. But, one was new...it was of Lizzie, but she was something else, some kind of ..creature almost, and she was s reaming at him about letting her go. That one woke him, and he shot upward into a sitting position with a kind of yelp, almost a scream before staggering out of the bed and outside. Why was he so messed up? He didn't even feel the pain of his wounds, he was just...ran. he gave out eventually and pressed himself against a tree and gagged up what little food he had in his stomach before staggering off again.

(What if Anya follows him and has to like physically grab him to call h down and keep him from being stupid? Might be interesting lol)

(Ooh, that'd definitely be interesting!!)

Anya slept peacefully for the most of the night... she woke up once or when Sage was shifting around, but just scooted back in once the boy had settled. She was still filled with an almost sadness for the boy... like she wanted to help him, make him happy but she knew she might not ever really be able to do that. She loved him so much it nearly hurt, and she did think he felt similarly about her, but the fact was that he wouldn't ever get his sister back mist have made the boy sick to his stomach. She jolted awake again when Sage ripped himself out of his arms... Anya was a little bit too tired to realise what was going on, but when she saw him walking like he was fine, she had to admit it was a little eerie. "What are you-" she cut off when she saw him start to run, deciding that it couldn't be anything good before hopping out of bed without a second thought and kind chased after him... well, not really, she was trying to wake herself at the same time, trying not to loose sight of him. She called to him once or twice, but simply got no reply. She nearly caught up once he spewed up, but he was off again before she was close.

Sage didn't really know where he was going...he wasn't aware of much, or anything really. He heard Anya's voice, though it didn't register that she was calling to him, or that she was even there at all. He had no thought to slow down or stop, even when his wounds started to scream at him. He was breathing too hard, too jerky, for his lungs right then, and he could feel the stitches on his chest straining. But really, he paid no mind to that fact...his mind was whirling around and he wasn't even watching where he was going. After a while, his body kind of gave up, though he kept forcing himself forward. He was slowing down though, whether he wanted to or not.

Anya couldn't help the pounding of her heart as the boy kept on going... she wasn't sure what he was doing, but running around like that would only open up the stitches and make him worse. She couldn't really remember what they'd been talking about before they'd nodded off, she was still very sleepy, but maybe it was something to do with that? Perhaps he'd had a bad dream... though, Anya had said if he'd ever had a nightmare that she'd always talk to him about it, so why wouldn't he? She didn't have a clue, but she did want to make sure the boy was alright. She only managed to catch up again when the boy slowed down... but by then she was trying to catch her own breath badly, so she couldn't make a sound.