Sage woke around dinner time, stomach growling. He knew he needed to eat if he wanted to regain any blood, but he just closed his eyes again. He didn't have the energy to get up.

Remy had woke up a little before, hearing his stomach. He poked his stomach, "Go eat," he grumbled.

Sage sort of just grunted in response, taking his hand and wrapping it around him lazily, still just not up for the task of getting up

Remy grumbled, burying his face in his chest.

Sage knew they should probably both get up and eat, he just knew he didn't have the energy to make anything. Plus he felt gross. Of course to stop feeling gross he needed food...but he didn't want to get up

Remy cuddled in, his stomach grumbling.

Sage sighed when he heard remys stomach grumble, that being the extra motivation he needed to haul his sore body up and limp over to the kitchen, trying to figure out. ...something. The whole place was sort of a mess, and there wasn't much food left good

Remy stayed in bed, him leg felt absolutely awful.

Sage just grabbed whatever he could find and made some sandwiches and things, bringing them back over to the bed and plopping down again. "Sit up while to eat," he sort of teased Remy

Remy groaned, pulling himself up into a sitting position and taking the sandwich, nibbling on it.