Anya gave him a grin, "Only when I'm being a stuck up bitch, mind. Else you'll probably scare me off." She noted with a short chuckle. "Should give you an outlet to do some controled yelling though." She teased, shaking her head as she let out a sigh. She looked at an old clock in the corner, tapping a foot on the ground as she watched it. She refused to cut it so close tonight. She was getting more and more concerned that someone knew about her little wanders. It wouldn't have bothered her normally, but it wasn't just her that it would cause an issue for if it got back to her parents now. As much as they cared for their beloved daughter, she doubted they would listen to anything she would have to say about the matter. Why would they? She was some spoilt little girl who was ungrateful enough to sneak out every night. She was more than aware how bad it all sounded, dissing her maids and servants for something as little as being nice; but the whole thing was intoxicating. There wasn't a day that passed in those walls that wasn't just like the one before. She tilted her head at Sage, "You're going to have to put up with quite a bit of complaining from me for however long we do this," she said in an almost whisper, followed by a quiet chuckle.

Sage grinned. "Hey, we can complain together then," he chuckled. He didnt mind complaining, it was pretty common here, and everyone was entitled to some venting every now and then. No one could keep their emotions in check all the time. And he had a feeling Anya was supposed to keep hers in check while at home. If she wanted to vent, it was fine with him. "controlled yelling, huh? First time I've heard it put that way," he laughed. "Although I think you can get some yelling out too when I jump into something like a dummy and get myself hurt again," he added with a grin. It happened often, and while it was usually only a small cut or bruise, Liz would berate him for it, and he had no doubt Anya would do something similar. If not out loud, then in her head. And he was fine with it.

"Yes, well yelling isn't really supposed to be controlled, but for you I think I'd be a good idea. Might save you from saying shit to strangers who are actually going to hurt you," she noted with a short laugh, "and I've already had my fair share of yelling for tonight. It should be enough to hold my tongue at the ca... mi casa." She babbled quietly. While she trusted Sage to some extent, she still found herself worried about what he would say if she told him her rank. It didn't seem like an awfully big deal, but she was so worried that it would freak him out or make him uncomfortable around her. While it didn't really seem like the kind of thing that would bother the boy, she still found the thought unsettling. She peered out of a window, making sure the traders weren't still there before getting ready to leave. "I should be off. If I get caught I might never get to leave my chamber again, never mind come out here," she noted with a soft laugh before waddling towards the door and fiddling with the latch before taking half a step out, "Bye my knight!" She called into the kitchen to Lizzie, then turned to Sage, "See you tomorrow, Tavern Boy." She murmured with a grin before slipping out the door and towards the little track leading back to the tunnels.

Sage grinned and waved bye as she took off. Controlled yelling may be a good idea, but he had such a loose tongue he doubted controlled yelling would keep him from yelling at other people who pissed him off. He would do that anyway. Lizzie bounded over to him with a grin. "She already gave you a nickname," she giggled in a tone that implied she knew something he didn't. He threw her a look. "And? I do work at the tavern and it's where she met me. It's fair game." She giggled. "You need to make a nickname for her now," she chirped. Sage thought about that for a moment. "I guess you're right. I'll think of something," he promised her. He wondered what he could come up with. He had called her princess jokingly before, maybe he could use that. Although, something had flashed through her eyes when he called her that, and he had his own doubts that it would be a nickname. She looked like the princess of the village, according to what he had heard. But he knew either way she was higher than him and she was his employer. It didn't matter whether she was two ranks above him or the queen herself, compared to her he was just street trash. It didn't bother him what she was. She was above him and that was that. He'd think of something though. "Let's get you home, Liz." She nodded and took his hand as they walked off. When they got back home he stopped at the front door and she went inside while he settled in a tree near the house. He wouldn't sleep inside, his father was too unpredictable for that. Even when the temperature dropped considerably and it started to pour, he stayed in the tree to watch the house and make sure Lizzie stayed safe from the traders.

Anya waddled though the tunnel and back towards her chambers, routinely dodging the gaurds as they patrolled the building. She eventually made it to what she thought was the safety of her room, though when she opened the door she found herself face to face with one if her maids carrying and empty tray out. "M-my Lady," the maid babbled out. Anya stood motienlessly for a moment, just staring at the girl. She couldn't have been much younger than Anya. Maybe sixteen at most. Anya hadn't recalled seeing her around the castle, and she met with all of her maids before hiring. She assumed the girl had been hired as a night maid by her mother. "I didn't expect you to be back so soon," the maid squeaked, pulling Anya out of thought. Now all that was running though her head was along the lines of oh shit, or something alike. Anya was silent for another minute, before snapping out of shock, "Just go." Anya said shortly, her voice oddly firm. The maid scurried off with her words before Anya stepped into her room, trying to think. With any luck, the girl wouldn't say anything. Anya decided it best not to talk to the maid, in fear it would push her to tell her parents about her little adventures. Anya had known someone had been going in her room at night, setting everything out for her, but she had assumed it was one of her older maids, one of the ones the she knew had her back. Anya groaned, flopping back on her bed, hoping to get some sort of rest before she was beckoned by the queen for another tiresome day.

Sage scowled at the sky when it started raining and curled up in a ball, trying to stay as warm as he could. It was difficult, as he was soaked pretty quickly, due to the fact that his shirt and pants were pretty much rags and thin ones at that. He stayed in the tree, though, not willing to go work all night in the tavern, and also not willing to leave Lizzie. He didn't know where the slave traders were. They usually left by dawn, and dawn wasn't quite there yet. He wanted to be sure she was going to stay with him. Of course, if they were going to take her somewhere better than this hellhole, he would send her off. But he had been taken before. He had escaped, but it had nearly killed him. He knew Lizzie would never survive. He shivered and sighed, curling up tighter as he stared at the house. He was tired, but could sleep down by the lake during the day. Right now he needed to make sure Lizzie stayed safe. So he stayed in the tree.

Anya managed to get some shut eye... two, three hourse maybe? It was only just enough for her to let the issue with the maid pass. She was going to get caught at some point. It was bound to happen... just just hadn't expected it so soon. She prayed the maid had an ounce of loyalty, and that was all she could do. Anya stared st the ceiling, trying to think of the best when she got a knock at the door. Three solid knocks. Only one person she knew knockked in such an obnoxious manner. "Anya!" Her mother called, "be in the banquet hall in an hour. We have decorating to do." Anya groaned a yes before getting changed. The fact her mother was in a good mood - well, it was a promising sign Anya wouls be fine for a little while.

Eventually dawn came and sage slid down from the tree, stuff and cold. He hit the ground jarringly, and staggered for a moment before wrapping his arms around himself and slipping off to the lake where he could rest for a bit. At least he hoped so....it was still raining, a constant rain but no longer coming down super heavily. It was enough to get everything wet, though he was soaked all night so he could care less as he flopped down onto the wet grass with his back to a tree and closed his eyes. He was hoping for a few hours of sleep at least, though he assumed he would wake up relatively soon after he fell asleep as he usually did. He just didn't know what would wake him up....the rain, cold, nightmares, someone screaming, or being attacked. Those were all equal possibilities right now. He sighed and sunk lower onto the grass, trying to fall asleep. He finally did a bit later, although it was pretty light, not the deeper sleep he probably needed.

Anya sat motionless for a while, enjoying the serenity before an undoubtably loud banquet hall. She let her thoughts disappear, noticing the soft fall of rain. The sky had gone frighteningly grey, and the roll of thunder crackled in the distance. She breathed n before wandering over to her little balcony and peering through a pair of glads doors. She found herself wondering what Sage hand Lizzie where doing. There was no way their little house was holding up - if you could even call it a house. It was probably better to describe it as a glorified shack.... just without the glorified bit. They were probably soaked. She decided on bringing them some dry clothes the next night - ones that weren't matted in god knows who's blood and without moth eaten holes. She had no doubt that they could sort themselves out, but she would be more than glad to do them another favour. The girl convinced herself to make her way to the banquet halls, passing numerous servants and her mothers maids who were lugging about all sorts of... interesting decorations.

Sage slept for a while, and when he woke up he was surprised to see the sun already high in the sky. He never slept that long...he couldn't afford to. He sighed and sat up with a groan. He probably should have forced himself to stretch or do something before being so still - his side was stiff and sore. It was to be expected, though, and infection was possible since the rags weren't the cleanest, and neither was he. But he could deal with it. He was a somewhat fast healer, and he would do what needed to be done to heal it himself. There were some plants he could use, and he could drain a wound with his dagger. The river water was as clean as any to wash it with, too. Besides, he was pretty much getting a bath....it was still raining. No longer hard, it was more of a heavy drizzle. Enough to keep everything wet but light enough he didn't feel it on his already wet skin much. He wandered back to the house to check in on Lizzie, and then decided to wander around town, hoping that warming his body up would help his side.