Sage chuckled and watched the two of them interact happily, cuddling back up against Anya when she sat back down. He watched the little man giggle for a bit before flopping back onto Anya tiredly. He looked over at Sage with an all too familiar gurgle that he'd taken to mean the boy was hungry. So, he got up with a grunt and grabbed a bottle, which he had wrapped up in a towel in the bathroom to keep warm and came back out and reached over to give it to Atticus, who gripped it happily, looking around the room with big brown eyes. Sage shrugged in response to her suggestion and nodded. "Fine with me. He can entertain me while I stand there," he chuckled slightly. He hadn't seen much of the boy so it might be nice to see him and talk for a bit.

Anya gave a light nod to the boy and a small chuckle escaped her when the baby grabbed a hold of the bottle. "I haven't heard about you two running around recently, so I'm sure he'll find fun out of it talking to you. You're pretty much his only friend, you know," she chuckled lightly before looking back towards Att, who by now was a bit upset because the milk had all pooled at the bottom of the bottle. It was rather amusing, really... he still hadn't quite figured that you have to lift the bottom of the bottle up to get to the milk. Anya hummed slightly before gently tipping the bottle up for him so that he could get a bit more to drink.

Sage chuckled and nodded. "We' ve both been busy," he sighed. He glanced over when the boy whined, though Anya seemed to have it all under control so he let her hold the bottle since Att was in her lap at the moment. He just kind of curled up beside her, keeping an eye on the boy but letting Anya mess with him. If she'd reached out to do that she couldn't mind doing it, and he was tired. He grinned at her second comment though. "Can't imagine why," he chuckled, teasing Luther a bit. Princes and princesses didn't seem to have many friends.

Anya chuckled softly before gently patting Atticus on the back. "Luther isn't very nice to new people," she hummed lightly before looking back at Sage. "Neither are you," she teased before pecking the boy on the cheek. "Must be why you get along. You're both reclusive and scary" she hummed in amusement before picking the baby up, who by now had downed half the bottle and had flopped down against her again. Anya smiled and gently stroked the babys head before resting her head back on the couch. "You wanna put him back to sleep... then we can go," she murmured lightly.

Sage chuckled and shrugged. The girl was right....neither of them were really people friendly most of the time. But hey, that was fine. He just knew how to survive on his own, and Luther...well, he was going to be king. Though, building relationships with people may be a good idea if you're going to boss them around. But whatever. "That sounds fine to me," he chuckled. He reached over and picked up Atticus, who cooked sleepily and gripped his shirt in his grubby little hands before falling asleep. Sage smiled at the boy and set him down gently, untangling himself from the boys tiny grip, which proved to be more difficult than he'd thought it would be. He soon stood up though and looked over at Anya. "You ready?"

Anya watched as he put the baby away before giving a curt nod and standing up, "Yeah, lets go," she chirped lightly before jumping up and taking a light hold of his hand before trotting out the room... Atticus would be alright for a little while, he'd be out cold for a little after eating. They'd pick Luther up before heading out again. The tailors, unfortunately wasn't in the castle, it was a little bit away, but it shouldn't take long... if they had more time then they could have someone drop in the castle. It still wouldn't take long, though. They'd normally ride over, but she supposed they could walk if they so pleased.

Sage followed the girl along as she went down the hallway. He didn't really know where they were going, but he knew Anya wasn't going to lead him somewhere bad. He couldn't help but worry a bit about Atticus being in the room alone, though he did know that he'd be asleep for a while. All sorts of unplanned things could happen though. He tried to shake the thought off and just have a good time - they were getting Luther and going to screw around. They were going to have a good time, that was it. Nothing else. He was curious to see where the tailor's was though, and wanted to see why all these royals constantly looked like over-glorified garden decorations.

Anya trotted along happily, dragging Sage along with her as she went. She wasn't exactly one to dress up much, but that didn't mean she didn't like it when she did... she'd pretend to despise all of the stupid gowns and parties, but somewhere, deep down she rather liked it all. They ran along to find Luther. And she briefly explained that they were running off ti the tailors to get Sage something, and the boy nodded before hopping off. "Are we walking or riding?" Anya asked lightly as she trotted down the stairs. "Walking," Luther pleaded with a small sigh.

Sage waved at Luther as Anya dragged him up to the boy, glad for the quick pause to gather himself a bit before she dragged him off again. He didn't really mind her dragging him around, he just had no idea where he was going, so the quick turns the girl made were...fun in a way but also very fast. He chuckled slightly at Luther's plead not to ride, and he shrugged. "I don't care, so we can walk." He grinned over at Luther mischievously. "Wouldn't want anyone to have to buy a second outfit because the one he's wearing now got messy," he teased the boy lightly, alluding to the time his mare had dumped him out on their last ride.

Luther shot a playful glare at Sage before giving Anya a type of smile, "Is this one getting a new look?" He asked with a type of playful smile. Anya nodded enthusiastically before glancing back at the two. "He's coming along to the formal in a couple of weeks. He needs something to wear," she chirped brightly as she wandered out the front door, but not before tapping a guard on the shoulder and asking him to come along. Not because she didn't feel safe where they were going, but because it was good practice to have a guard leave the castle with them, just encase something awful happened.