Anya gave a small smile, running her hand soothingly along his back for a moment. "Mooch all you want. We have more than enough here, it that wasn't obvious enough. You deserve more than the bare minimum." The girl shrugged slightly. While she tried to keep a slightly more up beat tone, she couldn't help but feel like something wasn't right. She couldn't put her finger on it she noticed a slight change in his breathing, but she assumed that was mostly because of the pain from sitting up. Even if she could, it wasn't likely that Sage would let her know, not unless whatever it was got really bad.

Sage wheezed out a sort of a laugh and grinned over in her direction. "Well I can't thank you enough. You've saved both of us more than once." He sighed and let himself fall back down onto the bed, wincing as he hit the bed. "Kinda forgot about the stitches," he muttered sheepishly once his vision cleared, half to himself. Then he shrugged it off and looked back up at Anya, patting her leg somewhat weakly. "Go on, don't let me keep you from that ball or party or death trap or whatever you decide to call it." The death trap part was a joke, obviously, but he figured he should let some humor show otherwise Anya would be worried since he was normally so upbeat.

The girl let out the softest chuckle, glancing from Sage to the door. Of course, she did need to get back. There would most likely be some gossipy old ladies that would want someone to tell her how divine she looked before going to share the complete opposite with their accomplices. Who was she to take away their source of entertainment? Obviously, she was reluctant to leave Sage, but he had Lizzie, and she was most likely to be more helpful than Anya would be if something went wrong. They weren't likely to need her for a little while longer. "Well thank you for excusing me." She hummed teasingly, taking one if his hands and placing a mocking peck on his knuckles before going for the door, half opening it before putting on a thoughtful pout. "I'll be back in the morning with something else for you to try. You want me to bring anything?" She muttered.

Sage smiled over at her tiredly. "Thanks, but no. I doubt I'll be eating much for the next few days." He nodded his head towards the door, still grinning stupidly. "Go on, try to enjoy yourself, at least a little bit." He giggled slightly. "Even if you just imagine everyone in their underwear or something." Once she had left he looked down at the hand Anya had kissed, his grin widening. He wasn't sure why...it was a playful thing, nothing more. Maybe it was just because all acts of kindness like that alwaysade him happy since they never seemed to happen. Lizzie grinned over at him. "Are we crushing on Anya already," she teased. He scowled, a blush spreading across his face. "No. Shut up," he hissed before starting to cough. He gasped for air for a moment before settling back down and taking a deep breath slowly, ignoring the burning in his side. Ok, so he was having coughing fits now. Wonderful. Just what he needed to heal his rib. He sighed and closed his eyes, knowing he shouldn't sleep but he could at least get some rest.

Anya wandered down the halls, her steps slowing a little as she git closer to the ball room. She prayed no one had spotted her leaving or returning, in fear that it would lead to Sage and Lizzie being found. The more she thought about it, the more she found herself worrying, and really, the girl didn't need to be stressing out over it so much. She would try and do as Sage said... try and enjoy herself a little. Get some nice food, share a dance with whoever was bored enough to, and catch up on whatever was going on within the the large circle if higher ups. If Anya wasn't well... Anya, she could see herself enjoying events such as this. She could see the appeal, at least. The younger attendees would be laughing and flirting with each other, trying to build a report, while the older generations were discussing what they thought about it. Really, if Anya didn't have her whole life decided for her, the chances were that she would be with the slightly younger groups, if not make friends, then purely to have a good time. She supposed she still could do that... only, she found that people her own age wanted much to do with her. Mostly because she couldn't relax in larger settings. If she said something they deemed as out of place, then that was her socially done for. It seemed odd... Anyas biggest worry was trying to fit in with a bunch of people she didn't even like. All the while, Sage was in agony.

Sage kept his eyes closed for as long as he could before opening them again with a sigh. Lizzie had fallen asleep again, so he really had nothing to do. Not that he really wanted to talk to anyone...his lungs felt like they were being filled with hot cement, so he didn't really want to use them any more than he had to. And that seemed to be a lot, because no matter how hard he panted he couldn't seem to draw a full breath. He frowned slightly, wondering what was going on. There shouldn't be an infection or anything except....the stuff the doctor gave to keep the infection away was only for his side. It didn't help keep an infection out of his lungs. Sage tried to suck in a deep breath, which only resulted in him breaking off into another coughing spree. When he took his hand away, there was blood spotting his palm. He wiped it off onto his shirt quickly, not wanting Lizzie to know something else was wrong. He could deal with it, at least until Anya came back. She'd know what to do....she knew the castle better than he did. Besides, he couldn't keep it a secret for very long anyway...she'd find out eventually.

(On the move again today! The dog is being a dick and wont chill out lol. Will try and get a few replies up though.)

Anya tried her best to enjoy the evening... if not her her own sake, then for Sage. He had mentioned to imagine everyone in their underwear, as a joke, of course. Though, that quickly became something she had to try, just to find fun in a joyless situation. Just as she thought, she had a group of old gossipers strike up a conversation... more small talk than anything. And it wasn't really a conversation. It was all one sided. They would sit there and ask oddly personal questions, and all Anya could do was give a vague answer and her best smile. It went on like this for a while, every now and then getting dragged away by some entitled old Duke or something alike for a tiresome dance or two. She welcomed those little breaks fondly, although it did get a little uncomfortable.

(alright no worries!)

Sage rested for a while until laying down got too uncomfortable so he dragged himself up into a sitting position and leaned against the headboard heavily. Of course, it set him off coughing again, but he could breathe a bit easier so he supposed it was slightly worth it. He decided to try and stay sitting up for as long as he could, though he didn't know how long exactly that would be. Lizzie was still asleep, but it was light, so she would be up soon. He'd have to figure out a way to tell Anya about his little lung problem without letting Lizzie know. He frowned, trying to think, but he could barely hear himself think because of his raspy, jerky breathing and swirling head.

Anya supposed that the night had been alright, especially considering the fact that she had quite literally expected to combust from boredom. There was of course a small feast, though, due to the fact Anya had stuffed herself up with smaller refreshments, she found it slightly harder scoff whatever had been put out for her, which was almost odd, because the girl had picked out what would be served herself. She had excused herself and made her way back to her room to change and get some rest before the festivities ended, keen to get out before anyone started drinking... really drinking. There didn't seem to be anything the higher ups loved more than some expensive alcohol that they didn't need to pay for, and Anya was the last person who wanted to be in the middle of their 'fun.' She also wanted to get a little rest before going to see Sage and Lizzie the next day. She didn't have a clue how Sage would be feeling, so Anya wanted to be more up beat for him.

Morning almost came a little quick, or maybe it was because it had been a little while since she spent a whole night in the castle. Her room was set up as normal, a breakfast tray, gowns and what nots, though there wasn't a schedule. Most likely because she was expected to sleep the whole day. That was a good thing, though. It meant she shouldn't be needed while running about for Sage and Lizzie. She took a short breath before hopping out of bed and grabbing the little tray. She wasn't particularly hungry, so she decided just to bring it down to Sage and Lizzie. They would probably pick away what they could. Everyone in the castle would be either hung over or asleep, so Anya would most likely be fine carrying it down. The girl silently wandered down the halls, looking rather disheveled from sleep. Not at all like a proper young lady, but she didn't need to look like one, not if she was just going to check in on Sage and Lizzie. She arrived and gave a soft knock on the door, noting that it was her before waiting for a reply.

Lizzie met her at the door looking worried. "Come on in, but Sage hasn't talked at all pretty much since you left yesterday." She pointed at Sage, who was curled up in a tiny ball on the bed, breathing heavily and covered with sweat. "I'm going to sneak out and go find some herbs to help with the pain. Don't worry I won't be caught, I'm good at sneaking around." She slipped past Anya, whispering "see if you can get him to respond to you " before disappearing into the shadows. Sage meanwhile hadn't moved of even given any sign that he had heard Anya, he just lay there staring at the wall, eyes a bit cloudy already. He couldn't breathe, and his vision was swirling around. He he had thought getting stabbed was the worst that could happen...he had been very wrong. He could stitch up a wound. He couldn't fix this. And he didn't know if even a doctor could.