Anya closed her eyes after a little while, really just giving into the shaky feeling that was going through her whole body. Her breathing was a little weavery still, but it was better. And she could relax for a little while before making herself get up and do some more work. Though, she did eventually find herself slipping into a sleep. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and she felt safe here... safer than she'd felt in a good while, and she was warm and comfortable, and she didn't want to loose that right now. She just wanted to welcome the sleep... the darkness.

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Sage was more than fine with the two of them sleeping...in all honesty, he hadn't slept well the night before, and really just wanted to sleep now. Anya was here, and that was helpful, but even if she wasn't here he would have probably fallen asleep anyway. But either way, he soon found himself drifting off. It was a good thing, really. He couldn't be so upset if he was asleep. He supposed just sleeping all day long would be a good thing. At the least, he couldn't hurt himself as much if he was asleep. Well, as far as he knew.

Anya managed to sleep for a little while, and although it wasn't for long it was... restful. When she woke up again, the girl sighed and her hands curled her hands around his shirt for a moment before groaning and forcing herself up. She still felt so... fragile. It was later in the evening, by then so she could go and see to Att. She quietly snuck out the room, and went to start packing a bag... well, about four or five or them each. She then dropped them at the door before forcing herself back to sleep... they had a long ride tomorrow, and she wanted to be awake enough to be able to react if they got jumped.

Sage slept through the the night...which was a good thing, since he was completely exhausted. He was dimly aware of the girl leaving, but didn't really question it, and he sure as heck didn't move. He curled up into a bit of a ball after a while subconsciously, but that was it. The doctor came in after a while and pulled the blankets over him, which he wasn't aware of at all. The doctor put a few pills the boy needed to take on the side table and then watched the boy sleep for a moment before running a hand through his hair slightly, before going back to his office for his own sleep. Sage woke up around nine in the morning, and would have gone back to sleep, except he wanted to say goodbye to Anya and Att, so he forced himself up with a groan. He noticed the pills and sighed, taking them all in one gulp and then wandering out of his little room.

Anya woke up early the next day, and went to make sure Att was ready to go. Really, the child was still half asleep, but she had him get dressed into something comfortable and make his way down to the kitchen again. They needed to eat before they left, and it would take about a day to get to their other little estate... so the earlier they set off the better. She had someone start to sort the carriage out and pack it all up. Of course, they needed to say a farewell to Sage and the doctor, but they could eat first... it would be even better if the other two could join them for a little bit before they left, but she didn't really care.

Sage knew they were leaving soon, so he did want to say bye, and spend some time with them before they left. They weren't in the ward or Anyas room, and he knew they wouldn't leave without saying bye, so he figured they were eating. So, he wandered into the kitchen to see if they were there. He heard them before he saw them, and soon wandered over to sit down in a chair next to Anya, greeting the boy with a weary smile.

Att grinned at Sage when he sat down next to him, and although the child was still young, he started babbling about how he was going to go and visit his grandparents at this new place... well, Anya felt her heart twist as he did. Anya knew little Att left loved the king and queen, his grandparents, but she knew they didn't really feel the same about him... and Anya knew that, too. She was quiet for a little while before Att then started to say that he didn't like the toast. "It's fine," Anya huffed after a moment, "if you don't want it then don't eat it... we'll find something else, I'm sure," she eventually sighed before taking the plate off the child and binning the toast before setting the empty plate down. They'd be gone for a couple of months... and once they'd gotten to the smaller estate they'd have people to cook for them, so that the child wouldn't have to deal with full toast and pancakes that would make the child sick. "Sage, you know how to make French toast? Att likes it," she murmured after a moment of quiet.

Sage listened to the boy as he babbled, the child's carefree nature lifting his spirits a bit. Though, he did wish the king and queen liked the boy as much as he liked them. But it didn't seem to affect him very much, so that was alright. He nodded when Anya suggested french toast, and stood up to rummage around in the fridge. "Wanna come help," he asked the younger boy, who scrambled over eagerly. Sage picked him up and set him on the counter, and instructed him on what all to do as they cooked. They made a bit of a mess, but sage found himself feeling much better. Att had a way of doing that.

Anya smiled softly as the two started making the boy some breakfast, and she went to sit back down on the table with her head resting heavily on her hands. She was so tired... so exhausted. And everything still hurt, both physically and mentally. She was looking forwards to being with her family, though. Having them around... they weren't exactly comforting, but she felt safe with them, in a way she couldn't quite explain. Once Att and Sage had finished off with their cooking and went to sit down to eat, Anya started wearily washing up. If she did it now then she wouldn't have to do it right before they left... there wasn't really anyone left here to do that sort of thing. They'd all either gone with her parents or with Luther, wherever the poor boys soul ended up.

Sage sat down once Att had his food, since the boy was chatting up a storm. He would have helped Anya, but Att had crawled into his lap, and he didn't have to heart to remove him. So instead, he wrapped his arms around the boy and chatted. Well, he did more listening than talking, but whatever. It was good to spend some time with him before they left.