Sage moved to sit on the floor next to the kids, smoking as Att figured out the chew toy, relieved when it seemed to help

The chew toy dulled down Atts teeth as he gnawed on it. Celeste sat down beside Sage, leaning on his shoulder.

Sage watch cautiously, keeping a close eye on atts teeth. It did seem to help though, so he relaxed a bit and wrapped his arms around Celeste, pecking her head. "Looks like it's working," he noted with relief

Celeste nodded, relaxing into Sage fully once she knew her baby was okay.

Sage squeezed her gently. "Dog toys were a good idea," he noted. "I don't think I'd have thought of that." He'd just chewed on sticks or whatever he could find. He'd gotten in trouble for bending plenty of silverware at the tavern as he'd chewed on the metal in an attempt to help his teeth out.

"Well, it was logical," she giggled lightly. "What did you do for your teeth?"

Sage chuckled softly. He shrugged when she asked what he used and he grunted. "Sticks, mostly, though they didn't do much," he noted. "My Fingernails, but they worse down too quickly to be much use." He wrinkled his nose. "Rocks worked best, but while I was in the tavern I tended to chew on the silverware. Got in trouble for that one a lot," he admitted

Celeste pursed her lips. "Thats not very healthy,"

Sage shrugged. "I wasn't. Healthy, that is," he pointed out. "I did what I could. Luckily I never choked on a rock or bit a knife too hard and sliced my cheek open." It was just what he'd needed to do, and the only effective ways of doing it.

Celeste sighed and nodded. "Im glad I found you and got you out of that situation,"