Sage had lingered in bed for a while, half asleep, but shifted to peer over at Celeste when she woke, smiling over at her. "Morning," he hummed. "Sleep ok?"

"Yeah..." she whispered.

Sage shifted to stretch, humming happily at her comment before settling back down again. "Good," he murmured.

Celeste snuggled into his chest.

He smiled when she curled in, absentmindedly running a hand through her hair.

She closed her eyes, relaxing. She was in desperate need of a dye for her hair. The pink had grown out, revealing her black roots.

Sage chuckled when he noticed the roots, pecking the top of her head. "We'll have to take care of that," he hummed. "Can't have you going to war looking anything but your best," he teased gently.

"I don't think we have time for that, Sage,"

He sort of shrugged. "It can't take that long," he snorted softly. "Then again, I suppose I have no clue about all that," he admitted.

"To bleach jet black hair takes forever,"