Anya stared up at the ceiling as she layed on her back, trying to block out all the sounds from the surrounding rooms. She pondered silently how she would manuver her way arounf the village on in the morning. She wasnt worried about being followed or anything, but instead was nervous that she would get caught - weather it'd be by a gaurd, maid or simply one of the towns folk whom happened to recognise her, they would hand her over in a heart beat in hope of payment. She found herself lucky that the boy hadn't quized her at all, so she felt that she would get past him easy enough. Anya did regret not asking more questions herself though. It would have been the perfect moment to find out more about her future kingdom. She only really managed to pick up that the throne didnt seem to be doing an outstanding job. She wanted to know how the boy had ended up in such a vile job at such a young age, and how he managed to accumelate so many scars. She wanted to find out how many other people were living the same way he was, and for how long it had been going on for. The girl groaned and rolled onto her side as she closed her grip around a pillow, desperately trying to clear her head and actually get some rest.

Sage finished wiping off the tables and staggered back to the kitchen, breaky able to walk by then. He managed to drink a bit of water before sliding to the ground, fighting to keep conscious. If he passed out and was still asleep when the tavern owner got there, he would get a beating worse than anything uia father had given him so far. And of he lost this job he wasn't sure how they would manage to survive. He reached a shaky hand up to wipe sweat out of his eyes and groaned, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the wall. He focused on just breathing, but even though he was gasping for air he felt like he couldn't draw a full enough breath. Was that because of fatigue or something else? When the tavern owner his him earlier was he hurt worse than he had originally thought? He didn't know, and he wasn't afraid to die, but he was going to keep fighting. He couldn't leave his sister here to die alone. That wasn't going to happen.

The girl sat silently for a few moments unable to coo herself to sleep but she welcomed any shut eye with open eyes. She turned once, then eventually found Anya found herself tossing and turning, struggling to get comfy. The girl laid on her back again, groaning tiresomely. She needed to sleep, so she could be off earliy enough in the morning to make it back without being suspected of doing anything. She was afarid that she would end up sleeping in; which would form all kinds of trouble, not just for Anya but also for Sage. If she slept in, the tavern owner would most likely find her and give the boy a telling off - or he might have even handed her over for all she knew. The castle would realiss that she was missing, send out alarm bells and would start storming the streets. If she were to be found in a building like this they would assume she had been kidnapped and whoever was in the building would get all the blame for it, and that would be on Anya. She huffed and sat herself up, glancing around the room before swinging her legs around and walking out the door and down the stairs in hope someone would be in the kitchen so she could get a glass of water.

Sages mind cleared a little bit as he sat there, although he still had a massive headache and felt like absolute shit. He wasnt as shaky now either, but once he stood up again he was sure it would resume. He opened his eyes, and while his vision was still a bit blurry it wasn't swirling in circles. He was still breathing heavily, and while he was no longer gasping, he was still concerned at his condition. He had to work all day, and there was no way he could do it all. But he had to. He sighed and closed his eyes again, rubbing his face tiredly. If he had time to go get some berries from near the lake, he was sure food would help, but he didn't have the strength or the motivation. He may have had time if he could run down there and eat on the way back, but there was no way that was going to happen. He couldn't eat any of the food or get anything from the tavern, because he still had to pay for it, and he didn't have that kind of money. The money the girl had left was for the entire family, so he couldn't just spend it all on a single meal here. He sighed again. Would he die in this tavern? It seemed likely the way things were going. He thought about just giving up, but his sister needed him to work, and this was the only place he could do that.

Anya carefully walked down the stairs trying not to wake the other guests that had only just started to get to sleep. The lights bown the stairs had started to go out, flickering softly. She glanced around the room once she reached the bottom, trying to find someone whom would still be there. Here eyes eventually landed on the boy, who was sat perfectly still. He looked so drained. Was he the only one who woked here? He must have been. She walked around infront of him, making sure he was awake before she spoke. "Hey, I was just wandering if there was any where I can get some whater around here?" She murmured, almost at a whisper.

Sage grunted and opened his eyes, jerking a finger to the sink. "If you don't wanna pay for it, use the tap water. It's not the cleanest but it'll do." He tried to keep his tone normal sounding, but he couldn't really hide a exhaustion and rasp in his voice. He gathered his thoughts and looked over at her, wondering where she came from and why she had come here to begin with. But he knew it wasn't his place to ask her that so he kept quiet. Besides, talking took energy, and he didn't have any to spare, especially since he probably would be here tonight again as well.

Anya huffed and wandered over to the kitchen sink before rummaging around to find a glass. She tried to keep everything as neat as she could, fearful that if she moved too much everything would fall and shatter. She turned the tap on, holding her hand under it until the water became cool, then filled up her glass. She glanced behind her, trying to figure out what the boy was still doing here. She knew he said he worked a lot, but this just seemed rather... exessive. Did he really work all night? "You want a drink?" She asked with a huff, her voice sounding airy with sleep.

Sage glanced over at the girl, surprised. If anything, he should be getting it for her while she sat and woke up. He shook his head slowly with a heavy sigh. "I....I'm limited," he muttered. He was still incredibly thirsty, but he was only allowed so much water a day. He wondered why the girl was suddenly being so nice... yesterday she seemed about ready to chew his head off. He wanted to know about this girl, but it really wasn't his place to ask her anything...she was obviously one of the top rankings and he knew he had to watch himself. If he got arrested for talking rude or out of place, his family would be done for.

She tilted her head at him, quite clearly confused. "You don't get water?" She scoffed, shaking her head slightly. "How long do you even work for? all night? what would you even do with all that time?" She asked, starting to wake up a little. The sun had only just started to brighten up the dark sky in the east. The longer she stayed put, the more anxious that she needed to get back to the girl became. She had been out hundreds of times, though, it was only ever for an hour or two. She hadn't really met anyone either. This was one of the very few times she had spoken to anyone, and she wasn't really sure if he wanted to - or if he was fit enough - to talk.

He shrugged. "I get a few glasses a day. Enough to keep working." He squinted up at her. "Uh, everything that needs to get done? Or that the tavern owner wants to be done by the time he gets here the next morning." He glanced at the clock...he had a bit more time to rest before he had to set the tables up for customers. He gave her a tight, dry smile. "He keeps me alive, and that's about it. But somethings better than nothing, I guess," he muttered. He wished he could find somewhere else to work, another way to provide for his family, but this was the only place that would hire someone like him.