Sage took the water, knowing arguing with the girl wasn't going to get him anywhere. She was kinda bossy. But he didn't mind, she was trying to help. He took a few drinks of the water before responding to the girl's comment about sleeping. "I usually don't use blankets either," he admitted. "I'm used to catching an hour here, an hour there, wherever I get a somewhat zombie free zone." Maybe they could get more sleep the two of them. One person could keep watch while the other one slept, and switch off halfway through the night or something. Wait, how long were they going to stay together? They seemed to be making everything permanent already, though he was sure she didn't want him around that long. Though, if she let him stay, he probably would. Having more than one set of eyes was always helpful, as was any backup they could give eachother. "By the way, your knife is too dull to do much damage," he told her as the thought crossed his mind. He held his hand out for it, hoping he wasn't crossing any boundaries. "Let me sharpen it for you. You're gonna need it at some point." He could tell she didn't use it to fight often, but even if it was just for getting food, it should be sharp.

Sage chuckled and shook his head. "You have, you just haven't known it." He gave her a knowing look, though it was somewhat friendly teasing too. "You don't fight with this much, do you?" He looked around for a few seconds before getting to his feet and limping over to grab a loose brick from the stores side and then back over by the girl, where he sat down heavily and examined the blade for a moment before starting to scrape the blade along the brick to sharpen it. "A brick's best, if you can find one, since it's rough. But any rock will work too." He'd be around for a while, he assumed, especially if they decided to work together. But it was good information for the girl to know. He wasn't gaurunteed living through the night, at any point, so telling her these things would still be good for her. He could stay and help, but anything was possible, and she might not always have him there, especially the way he rushed into fights. He hoped she'd let him stay...he could help find food and water, he could, just ...not right now. He could barely limp around as of right now. It was annoying, but he was glad he had Cass, even if he barely knew her.

Sage hummed doubtfully when she told him she used it often, but let her say it. He didn't press, they were both holding secrets back still. It was a good sign, to be honest, that she wasn't telling him everything. A lot of fake friendly people made the mistake of saying too much, holding nothing back. It was comforting, somewhat, to know she was just as suspicious of him still as he was of her. They could be friendly, and talk about some things, but that didn't mean to they completely trusted eachother yet. That would take a while to come to fruition. It was also good that would keep the information he had given her in the back of her mind ... Many people would have dissed him. What would a street rat know about anything, after all? Hmph. At least the girl wasn't like that. And despite all the warning bells ringing in his head, sage couldn't help but like the girl, just a little bit. It seemed she was more of a healer than a fighter, and he was more of a fighter than a healer. They would make a good match, partner wise. They would survive together. Especially since she could fight a bit, and he knew basic healing strategies as well.

Sage grunted in response to the girls question, and had to think for a moment, brows furrowing, before he could answer. "Seventeen, though I'm not really sure when my birthday is." It probably sounded odd to Cass, that he barely knew how old he was, let alone not knowing when he was born. But his parents never told him those things, and he never wanted to be around them enough to ask or find out. It was springtime, of some form. Early spring, often when snow was still on the ground. "What about you," he asked the girl, cocking his head curiously. She looked to be about his age, though one could never really tell for sure, especially not now. But she was trying to make friendly conversation, which Sage appreciated. He was pretty socially awkward himself, so her starting the conversation was good to hear. And it made it much easier for him to talk with her.

Sage chuckled slightly. So she was his age. Cool. Maybe they could get along and actually help eachother out. "Around. I moved around a lot. Usually stayed out in the woods or a back alley to keep away from my dad." He shrugged and glanced over at the girl. "I'm not sure where I am now or how far away the place I was born was." He never really had a home, besides the woods and streets. He was the wild kid...never went to school, never really had a family or a house. "What about you? You have a home in the area? Or, well, had, I guess "