Sage sort of stared at her for a moment, mind whirling. She'd helped so far...maybe she was someone he could trust. Then again, he'd trusted Amy all those years ago and it had turned out...badly, to say the least. Eventually he let out a heavy breath and moved to heasitantly move his hair to the side. It felt vulnerable...showing her the bruises and cuts that clearly spread over most of his body. But part of the weight of how Amy treated him was lifted off his chest once he did. "It's been like this for years," he noted voice quiet. He couldn't look at elara ...what was she thinking? He was supposed to be a fighter, but here he was, letting her beat him up constantly. He just....couldn't fight her. Never had been able to.

Sage felt his shoulders relax slightly when she reacted ..fairly well. It seemed like she really cared. He glanced back towards her, offering a small smile, though it was anything but good. "She's crazy," he noted with a sort of shrug, though winced when his body protested. "This is why I told her Liz was dead," he added. "She's young....she couldn't take a kick or a broom handle or riding crop or..." He sort of trailed off there, not wanting to recall ony of the things she'd used against him. His back was probably the worst, where she'd put a riding crop to use, but he had a few other nasty places he'd had to stitch up himself. Hopefully, he could keep infection away, though he also hadn't washed himself off in....a while. "Anyway, it...was just better for her here, even if it was without me," he added sadly. He wished he could've seen her grow up. Hear her first word, help teach her things.

Sage hummed softly, letting his hair back down as he sort of drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, setting his chin on his arms with a sort of sigh. "Yeah," he hummed softly, just watching the fire flicker for a while. He got drowsy though, and he supposed he should get some rest....he hadn't slept in a while either. "I'm gonna get some rest," he murmured softly, moving to get up stifly. He was used to being sore like this, but it still hurt. "If you need something wake me," he added, before slipping into the house and practically collapsing on the couch.

Sage had nodded in response to her comment, offering her a grateful smile. "Thank you," he noted softly before moving inside. He didn't wake up before Elara, and when he did stir in the morning, it was close to noon judging by the sun. He noticed Liz awake in her own bed and moved to scoop her up and then wander outside to where Elara was sitting by the fire. "Morning," he hummed softly.

Sage took the plate eagerly when she handed it him, stomach growling as he caught the scent of the cooked meat. "Slept ok," he noted lightly, digging into the mela after settling Liz in his lap. "How about you," he asked, cocking his head slightly in curiosity, stroking varys as the wolf settled down next to him happily.