Anya gave a soft nod to the boy. He didn't need to go on, and she'd already known that his father caused him issues anyway. "That's fine," she murmured gently, starting to play with his hair again. He was shaking at just the thought of his father... she wasn't the type of person to force him to talk if it was scaring him. She went quiet for a momemt, unsure of what to say before signing gently. "I can't believe he's still alive," she sighed after a moment, shaking her head. Really, the man was living in the slums.. and with the way he spoke to people, she half expected him to have either gotten himself killed or died through the hardships everyone in the slums had to endure. She looked though the book for that moment of silence, finding herself lost as she tried to reimagine the memories with the man next to her... and she just couldn't. The Sage then wasn't the Sage now... it seemed like they were two different people. "Do you want some paper and pencils? Maybe drawing will give you something to set your mind on."

Sage hummed in agreement with the girl, nodding slightly but leaning into her hand when she started playing with his hair again. "The rebellion is still out there, and he's getting all sorts of offerings from the people who think he's somehow going to lead them to...something good," he huffed. "Between everyone who practically worships the man, he has enough food and shelter and things," he explained to the girl. "He somehow always manages to be manipulative enough to get that." He blinked slowly and then nodded when she asked if he wanted paper and pencils. He hadn't drawn in forever...it would be nice. "That...that would probably help," he admitted with a weary sigh.

Anya gave a gentle sigh when he mentioned the rebellion. The castle knew it was still bubbling away, but she didn't know people wanted his dad to lead it still. The man was... dangerous. Even in the slums he was dangerous, scarily so. She just gave a bit of a nod before going into the doctors office to steal some papers and pencils before giving them back to the boy. "You think they're planning another attack on us?" She asked curiously... he was probably tired of her by now, he probably just wanted rest and sleep, but she was struggling to do that now, for whatever reason. "He's a nasty man... he'll only ruin them in the end," she murmured almost to herself after a moment.

Sage shrugged and shook his head. "Don't know. I'm not allowed any where near the group," he told the girl, as he started to sketch out something...he wasn't quite sure what yet, but he was just drawing. "They seem to have it out for me though," he grumbled. He chuckled dryly when she said he was a nasty man. "You don't have to say that twice," he sighed. The man was really the only thing he was afraid of ..well, more or less. He was the back of all the things he was afraid of. Small spaces...that was him. Loud noises or sudden movements...that was the old man too. Even someone reaching out to him could freak him out, because he expected a blow from his father.

Anya gave a slight nod. She was a little concerned about the rebellion attacking the castle again... but their guard was much better than it had been for years back. She cocked her head slightly when he said they had it out for him. How? Surely if he just didn't go near the group they wouldn't cause him too much of an issue, right? Well, she didn't know. She watched him draw for a moment or so before shaking her head and pulling her hand back from his hair. "What are you going to draw?" She asked lightly, trying out another more genuine smile to the boy. She wanted to have a nice conversation with him for one... not about his father, or the slums, not about her life either... she just wanted to talk about anything else that came to mind... the way they used to.

Sage chuckled slightly when the girl asked what he was drawing. He hadn't really been paying any attention to it, though he seemed to be drawing the old tavern. "I guess the tavern," he muttered. "But I didn't really draw anything in particular...I just drew." He would have drawn out his dream, but he didn't want to scare the girl, so he could do that later, and hide it like he hid all of the other ones that might concern someone. There were probably dozens of them in his old room, and no doubt this one would have just as many in no time. Hopefully no one found them still.

(It may be interesting to have Anya and Luther find some drawings he'd hid from nightmares or slum conditions or whatever now that I think about it lol)

(We can do that!)

Anya gave a small nod before glancing at the drawing. He hadn't been going for very long, but it already looked good... she supposed he'd always been good at art, though. "It looks good," she chirped brightly before standing up. "I need to get back to Luther... he's probably waiting for me in bed. Is there anything you need?" She asked lightly before looking around. "Food? Water? I can get you some comfier clothes, if you really wanted," she asked with a grin. She'd said that she didn't really care about Sage, before. Well, she supposed that was the wrong way to put it. She'd always care about him... but maybe just not in the way she had years ago.

Sage chuckled and shook his head. "You always say that before it's done," he complained, though in an amused tone. He shook his head again then and patted her hand gently. 'No, you go find you're fincé. I'll be fine," he hummed, trying to look as happy as possible for the girl. He was glad for her and Luther, he really was, it just hurts to know that she was no longer his. Well, she was never his. Maybe that's what hurt the most. That no matter anyone's feelings, she'd have to learn to love Luther, and had to forget about her love for him. Which she'd seemed to be able to do easily.

Anya gave a small smile to the boy, though rolled her eyes jokingly. "He likes to cuddle and I'm afraid he's not as cuddleable as you were," she hummed with a small chuckle. The thought was slightly amusing to her. Luther looked like a big bear, and seemed like he'd be nice to curl up with, when the reality was he liked to try and suffocate you in his sleep. Sage was the opposite. She wandered towards the door before giving the boy a bit of a wave. "I'll see you tomorrow, when that drawing of yours is done so I can tell you the same thing again," she teased lightly before slipping out the door and towards her room. Luther was supposed to be there... be he also might be trying to entertain a gaggle of little children that their son had invited to stay.

Sage chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "Really? He seems like a big old teddy bear to me," he joked. Thatw as was genuine, and while he didn't quite crack a smile, it was at least a joke that meant, that he wasn't using just to make himself seem alright. He rolled his eyes, though fondly, when Anya commented on his drawing again, this time smiling softly as she left. He'd missed the girl, and it was nice to see her, even if she no longer loved him. She still cared for him, just not in that way. And he'd take it. He stayed up the rest of the night drawing. Once he finished the tavern he moved on to the things of his nightmare. His father, some weird kind of monster with a grotesque face, long claws, rotting flesh....it was gross, really. And the sketches were quite scary. He continued with it though, since it got it out of his head, and stuffed them under his pillow as he went. There were probably five or more by the time he fell back asleep. This was after the sun had rose already, so he should stay awake to eat breakfast, but he wasn't hungry anyway.