Anya nodded gently and turned her head away from him. He should have to see her cry... she'd managed not to do it through so much. Through the years that she'd known him, she hadn't shed a tear in front of him... and now she was struggling to hold them back. God, she hated crying. She hated the way it made her feel... so weak, so useless. By now she was shaking... and she didn't want to be... trying not to be, but the idea of Sage going off to hurt himself right after Luther... it was too much. She couldn't handle it.

Sage sighed slightly and nudged Anya softly. "Don't worry about me," he murmured. "I'll be alright. And I have the doctor here still so I won't be alone." He knew she worried, but he also knew she couldn't stand to worry about him right then. And that was fine ...he could worry about her either. But he'd be alright ..it wasn't like he'd end up dead. Not that he'd see that as a bad thing, but Anya would be devastated, more than she already was.

The girl just shook her head... she couldn't really hear him now, anyway. Her ears were ringing as she thought about all this. She still thought Luther would walk in at any given moment, with the most stupid grin on his face, ready to tell her about what kind of trouble he'd gotten up to this time. Soon enough, the girl let go of his hands and kind of just curled up on the corner of the bed. Sage would likely want some time to process alone... but she couldn't do that for him right now. She felt bad, but even just being with someone seemed to help. The more she thought about this, about what would happen now, the more anxious she seemed to get. God... she'd need to go and find another suitor. Someone from another kingdom to help make her own stronger. She didn't want to think about that, though... that wasn't what Luther's death meant, and she certainly wasn't trying to move on.

Sage frowned slightly when the girl just curled up in her little ball, knowing a bit about what she felt like. When Lizzie had died, he hadn't known what to do. He assumed it would be similar for her and Luther...though, now, he'd just had enough to deal with it silently, by himself. It may not be the healthiest way of dealing with it, but that was what he'd always done, except for the time he'd cried at Lizzie's grave...but he'd had Anya there for that. He'd cried with her, and he didn't mind her crying now. Crying helped...it did, and he wished he could cry... but he just couldn't. It was like his body had just decided to shut down. But, he could lay here. And once she was gone, he could sleep all day long and all night long.

The girl must have sat there fire about ten minutes, just silently sobbing. Her shoulder shook a little more violently the more she went on, and the tears fell harder when she thought about something else that upset her... in truth, it all just hurt. So damn much. She'd wanted to cry about so much, for so long, and Luther, it just tipped her over the edge. She was still having a difficult time believing he was gone. Their wedding was meant to be in a couple months time. He'd spent his whole life with her, just for it to smount to well... nothing. Once tears finally stopped rolling, the girl sat there, just trying to get a hold of her breathing. She was still shaking, and she wanted nothing more than for someone to hold her until it stopped.

Sage lay next to the girl, thinking about everything that had happened. It was odd ...he half expected Luther to come running through the doors and apologize for taking so long. Or make a joke, or find him hiding in the kitchen somewhere. But no, he was gone. He was going to get married, and have children, and...now it was all gone. Eventually, he just rolled over so their backs were touching. That way they could both get some comfort from eachother. He wanted to wrap his arms around the girl and hold her, but he didn't know if she'd want that.

Anya found herself just curled up in the corner of the bed, just staring out the window... her jaw was clenched to the point it hurt, and she'd wrapped her arms around herself as she tried to stop her own shaking. She knew this was probably annoying to Sage - the boy liked his solitude, and she knew that... so why couldn't she just leave? She'd be doing the same thing even if she wasn't laying with him. She'd be sat in her room, doing nothing but crying like a child. And she was exhausted now... her breath was still hitching, still making her look like a complete and utter child. Maybe she was sat with Sage because he was the only person she was comfortable seeing her like this. The doctor was there, sure, but they'd grown apart over the years. He was like her dad at some point... but Anya grew up and they'd just drifted. She felt him press his back against hers, and she forced herself to dry her tears before rolling over to rest her head on his back. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, still determined to apologise, but he was probably sick and tired of that by now.

Sage couldn't help but feel relieved when the girl rolled towards him and pressed her head against his back. He reached over to take the girls hand again, running his thumb over her hand in a somewhat reassuring manner. He knew she liked a nice big hug, but he didn't know what she wanted in this situation. This wasn't a normal thing that upset her...this was bigger than that. But...he'd do what he could to help. In fact, caring for the girl distracted him a little bit from his own pain. It still hurt, so much, but being able to help Anya did help him. It seemed odd, but if that's how it worked, he wasn't going to complain. Besides, just laying there he may as well hold her hand or help in a way he could. He wasn't doing anything else.

Anya was admittedly a little surprised when he took her hand, but didn't pull away. The smallest touch was comforting... and really it made her more anxious to get back to her family. To sit in their arms for a little while... to just have them back. But this was good too. She wished she could help Sage more... really, she'd never figured out what settled his nerves. She'd tried to say a comforting word or two, wrap him in a hug and tell him that he was so important to so many people... but she could never really tell if it was working or if the boy was just getting annoyed with her. So when he made even the slightest effort to keep her calm, she welcomed it with open arms... it made her want to cry in a whole other way. In truth, Sage had been the only person to actually try for her when she felt sad or upset. Not just in this context, but when little things went wrong he always just did the right thing, even if she didn't notice it at the time. When his thumb started to run over her hand, she just pressed her head into his back a little bit harder and bit her cheeks as she tried to hold back tears. She couldn't explain it... it was like when you where having a bad day and someone did one nice thing... it just made you want to break down. But she'd already done that enough today... for now, she just wanted to sit in the quiet with him.

Sage felt the girl press her head into him a bit harder, and was glad he could help. Of course, he could hear her trying not to cry, but that's because he was helping her. Well, that did make him feel a bit better, knowing he could help lessen the burden of others a bit. It made him feel...wanted. like he could do something right. Like they actually wanted him here, and he wasn't just being a burden. He knew they liked him, but his thoughts still ran away with him. Either way, helping the girl did help the knot in his chest loosen a bit. It wasn't gone, not by any means, but...it was something. Though, she'd leave tomorrow and take Att with him, and the doctor was nice but wasn't really the comforting type, not the way he really needed.