Madrigal frowned. This guy had no clean cloths in his home? She felt a pang of sympathy for him. She sighed and untied her cloak, folding it over the back of a chair. Grabbing the small throwing knife in one of her worn boots, she cut a strip of fabric from the long shirt she wore. It was freshly stolen, so it would do. She rummaged around for the soap, and put it in a dish-like object, running a small amount of water over it. She washed her hands, and then filled another dish with some water. Madrigal brought everything back to the table and scooted the chair closer. She took the needle from him, noting the missing fingertip. "Got caught, huh?" She smirked. "What'd you get caught stealing?" She asked, gently tilting his head for better access to the wound. She dipped one end of the clean cut cloth into the the soapy water and gently dabbed around the gash.

He thought about that for a second. "Probably something to eat. My dad tends to eat everything in the house." He shrugged. "I was seven, so I don't really remember it all that much, except that I got mad and kicked the guy in the shin." He smiled dryly. "Didn't really help my situation but it was satisfying." He twnsed up at first when she touched him, subconsciously expecting it to hurt, but when it didn't he relaxed slightly.

Nodding, Madrigal dipped the other end of the cloth into the water and reached out to squeeze it over the wound. "Sorry," she mumbled as she pulled out the pieces of thread that had been used to stitch it up. She dabbed around the wound again until it was sufficiently clean. It would have to do. She got up to rinse the cloth in the sink and then squeezed it out as much as she could. She used it to dry the area around the gash.

Madrigal cleaned the needle in the soap before she pulled a piece of clean thread from her fraying shirt. It took a moment, but she managed to thread the needle easily enough. She tied a knot on the end, and then looked at the boy. "I'll be quick," Madrigal promised. Then, she started sewing, asking him about the weirdest thing he's ever stolen.

Sage winced slightly and then snorted out a quick bark of dry laughter. "You'll be quicker than me, since you can actually see what you're doing," he pointed out. Then he hummed, thinking. "Geez, I dunno. Pretty much everything in here is stolen." He knew she was trying to distract him, but pain was just pain. He had gotten used to stitching himself up by now. She didn't know that though, so he would answer her Question and play along.

Madrigal made quick work of the stitches, working swiftly but carefully. She chuckled at the boy. "I, too, have thieved all my life. But, I can't really remember which one has struck me as the weirdest..." She trailed off, remembering what made her stop having to steal. Even when she didn't have to steal to survive, the thrill of the hunt compelled her to do it anyway. "I once stole a parrot," she said, threading the last stitch and tying the end off.

Sage snickered. "If I did that, it would have been dinner," he chuckled. He made a face. "Wait, actually, I stole a person once. Kinda by accident though " He nodded. "yeah, thats the weirdest thing Ive stolen. A whole ass child. Even if it was on accident." He sighed and changed the subject. "Are you done? I need to do something or I'll fall asleep." He was exhausted but hated to sleep since he was always plagued with nightmares.

Madrigal finished and put the needle down. Then, she burst into laughter. "You kidnapped a child?!" She swiped at the tears at the corners of her eyes and then proceeded to fall into another fit of laughter. She couldn't imagine how a person would accidentally kidnap a human being, even if it was a small human. "How does one accidentally kidnap a child? Also, I'm done. I'll just put these away."

Sage chuckled slightly and stood up with a grunt. "In my defense, it was at like midnight so I wasn't thinking straight. I just picked up some stuff and ran." He grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "I had no idea there was a living human being in one of the baskets I grabbed."

"Oh dear," Madrigal shook her head as she rinsed the cloth and the two bowls. "What happened to the kid in the end? He must've been so scared." She could imagine the look on the kid's face when he was found, hidden in the basket. She could also see the look on the boy's face when he found the kid. The images had her cracking up again.

Sage screwed his face up and shook his head. "Actually the little gremlin knew where we were so he kicked me in the shin and ran back home." He shrugged. "I made sure he got back and he was alright "