Sage frowned when she started to cry, moving to wipe her face off with his thumb gently. "Babe, talk to me. What's going on," he murmured softly. "If you're not sure maybe talking will help figure it out."

"I-I dunno... I just feel so empty... whats wrong with me?"

Sage frowned slightly, shaking his head and holding her tighter. "I don't know," he murmured. "But all this is stressful....you're allowed to not feel great about it," he pointed out gently.

Celeste shook her head. "No, its not that..." she mumbled. She was used to this atmosphere, but she didn't know why she was so upset.

Sage hummed softly, cocking his head slightly. He didn't really have any ideas. He did shift after a moment though, to sort of roll her onto her stomach. "You could use a massage anyway...you're stiff," he noted. "I'll run for a while....see if it helps relax you at all. Try to get some rest."

She let out a sigh, still crying even as he moved her. she didn't reply this time.

Sage pressed a light kiss to her neck, not really sure how to help. But he could at least make her muscles feel better, so that's what he worked at for a while before slipping back down next to her to wrap his arms around her again

Celeste appreciated the massage, and it did feel good, but it didn't really make her feel much better. She just curled back up into his chest, still silently crying.

Sage sighed softly, just holding her. He didn't know what else to do.

"Is something wrong with me?" she asked, still crying. She knew he would be able to smell anything medically wrong.