Ella crossed her arms, looking at the various, clearly awful injuries that he had sustained. "I just dont think they know how to get answers. They're not aware that violence isnt always the answer with the likes of...you." She said, waving over at him as she spoke the end of her sentence. She was in a little better of a mood, and her tone was cheery. "Yeah you'd love to have me down here all night." She mocked, standing herself up from the pole she was standing against. It was getting to around the afternoon now, and the rain had cleared up, leaving it incredibly warm and humid outside. She peered down at the boy with an amused smile on her face, looking him in the eyes. Well, the one eye that wasnt swollen. She knew he wasnt wrong though, she was essentially down there a lot of the day and some of the night, but it wasnt like she exactly had a chance. Her father didnt want anyone else going down there to talk to him, and probably had no idea about the torture injuries he had sustained in the past hour or so. He needed the boy alive, and would no doubt blame Ella. Meaning Ella would have to stop the men was doing the damage dailyt-something the boy would have a field day mocking her for. "Do you not think it's easier to just give up with the sarcastic comments and admit youve been battered about just for fun? As much as you think you're winning with the sarcasm, it's rather amusing whilst you have one available eye and lying flat out on the ground looking like a pile of broken bones." She said, stepping backwards to examine him. As she did so, her heel crunched onto one of his fingers. "My bad. Anyway you'll have food bought down for you later. Stay safe" She said sarcastically, peering up the stairs to see if anyone else was coming down. They weren't, luckily.

Sage gave the girl a half shrug in response to her comment about the men, musing "They've probably gotten plenty of information that way before," he noted. "Oh, and what exactly would you suggest to get me to tell you everything," he snorted, raising an eyebrow slightly, as moving hurt even worse than laying there. "I think I could manage without you," he added blunty, before scowlign at ehr as she moved towards him. "Easier than knowing I would be choosing to get all of the men and their families I'm supposed to be protecting killed? Yeah, that'll be easy to chose to do," he grumbled, a grunt of pain coming from him when he felt her step on his finger. "Oh yeah, you're totally forgiven," he snorted, stomach rolling at even the thought of food. Once she turned to leave, he closed his eyes wearily, honestly just wanting to sleep. Of course, he doubted that would happen, given the considerable amount of pain he was in, but he supposed he could still relax and try to at least pass out for a little while. Even an hour or two would be nice at this point.

"You're so dramatic." Ella mumbled with a small smile, making her way back up into the heat. It was far too warm, and she was grateful for the fact she was able to stay inside, where it was at least a little cooler. When the heat got down to where the now two hostages were, that would be bad.

About two or so hours passed since she decided to go inside, and she was beginning to get quite bored. She didnt wanna go down to give the boy food, nor did she wanna stay inside and have to speak to her father. The only other option she had was to lounge around outside. Going outside, all she could hear was talks of another group- not the one they had taken, and not the small group that a couple men had taken hostage. Someone..else, that she hadnt heard of at least. She shook the thoughts off and made her way over to her friend, sitting down next to her on the grass verge a little by the entrance for a while, going over the two down in the chamber.

Sage had ignored the girls comments when she went to leave, rolling his eyes in his mind. He sort of just lay there for a while, though the little building started to get hotter and hotter, which soon enough prompted him to drift into a sort of half awake half asleep stage after a couple of hours. He tried to keep himself awake, knowing falling asleep now could very well result in death, especially if they didn't try to cool anything down. Which they probably wouldn't do. But he was terribly thirsty by then, and he knew it was hot enough to make the chain burn when his leg accidentally touched it....so he was fully aware of how bad his situation had become. Especially once the man next to him started to smell.... apparently he'd died somewhere in those few hours, and was now making his already chopy breathing almost impossible. Wonderful. He sort of glanced around, trying to figure out something....any way to cool off or even just get out of the sun, which was definitely going to burn him if it hadn't already, even with his olive toned skin. Eventually, he couldn't help but half pass out, not aware of much and just laying limply on the floor.

Ella let the rest of the afternoon pass, and a lot of the evening too. She had spent it simply just laying outside, only getting up to go in and get food, or a drink. Her lifestyle of doing nothing all day, and not having to work or pay for anything was something that most people desired, but she was starting to dislike it. She got bored easily, and if on the very very slim chance she would somehow go into the working world, she would have no experience. As much as she wanted to go inside to her room when it started to get dark, she was handed a plate of the same mushy food and a larger glass of water and told to take it downstairs, much to her confusion. She never usually hand to tend this much to a random hostage?

She took the plate and glass and slowly made her way downstairs towards the boy, stopping as she opened the door. He was laying somewhat limp on the ground, his breathing choppy, if he was even alive. Ella sighed and set the dishes down, staring over in the corner of the room at the other hostage. He was clearly dead. Ella shivered a little, given the fact the nights got cold fast, and she was wearing shorts, but made the decision not to go back up yet. If he died overnight her father would cook her- She would have to take care of him, for now at least. "Are you gonna need another glass?" She asked, her voice echoing into the silence. She stood against the wall opposite him, fiddling with her still slightly open stab wound that was now showing due to the fact her top was risen a little above her belly button.

Sage had slipped in and out of consciousness for a while, during the heat of the day. Of course, after a few hours of the unbearable heat, it had started to cool off. It took some time for the building he was in to cool down too, but once it did the temperature dropped fast. He came too eventually, once his body had cooled down as well, only to be shivering. He supposed sweating all day, soaking his hair and the clothes he still had on would make him much colder at night. It was rather annoying really....couldn't the temperature just meet happily in the middle? But nooo it had to play with his body like this.

He forced himself to stop shivering as best he could when he heard the door open, though he kept his eyes closed, as he didn't really have the energy to talk to anyone. No doubt it was the girl, though, so he'd haveto muster some sort of witty response to her mockery. Though, when all she asked was if he'd need another glass, he opened his eyes too look over at her, surprise flittering through his gaze. He quenched it quickly, but it had appeared momentarily. "What, that was an option the whole time," he sort of muttered sarcastically, knowing full well it hadn't been. "Might have to take a rain check for when it's hot, not freesing," he added, somehow finding the energy to give the girl his normal cocky grin. The smell of the...whatever was one the plate made his stomach roll, but he swallowed, or at least tried to, when he noted the alrge glass of water. Without anything spilled. Yet. Hopefully it would remain that way. He closed his eyes again, dismissing her, though opened them again after a moment. "You're still here," he asked. "You should get uour beauty rest. You need as much of it as you can get, you know," he purred, that being the only thing he could think of to say. He had noticed the wound, though, so in all honesty he was giving the girl a bit of a break. If you could call it that. His own chest, which was definitely still bleeding, ached as he thought about it. Well, ached more than it already hurt, that was.

Ella grit her teeth together and stared at the boy the whole time he was speaking, not uttering a word for quite some time. "Are you quite finished?" She asked, crossing her arms. Her tone had turned snappy for a couple of seconds, feeling essentially ill about having to actually take care of him. "I'm not sure whether to take that as a yes or no, and quite frnakly I do not care." She said, shrugging. "The offer was there anyway." She added, mumbling quite some amount. She was beginning to get quite cold now, and incredibly very uneasy. She hadnt had to go down there when it was dar, and given the fact two people had recently died in there, along with the fact she was standing next to a complete stranger with less clothes on was making her uncomfortable. Still, she would have to wait until her dad had gone to go back inside, or he'd ask a million questions on the condition of him. "I cant.It would be a slight inconvenice if you died in the middle of the night, for me that is." She sighed, staring down at the wound on his chest. It looked fairly bad. "Uh.." She started, tryna figure out what to say. She was awkward enough with feelings, let alone having to actually take care of someone who to her was a massive asshole. "Hang on." She mumbled, darting back upstairs and outside. She took a full bucket of water and soap that someone had filled a couple minutes ago, mouthing an apology for stealing it to the guy walking over, swiped a sponge and made her way downstairs. She placed it down next to him, the water splashing on her legs. It was lukewarm so she didnt mind much. "Are you gonna be able to clean the wound up yourself? Is that possible?" Ella asked, though the mocking tone was long gone. She was cold, tired and awkward, stood there with her arms crossed.

Sage had snorted softly in response to the girl's question...though it may have been rhetorical. Oh well, he didn't really care. He simply shrugged in response to her next comment, not caring about the water at the moment, since he wasn't going to drink anything until she'd gone either way. He was waiting for another snarky comment, though nothing came, and she'd left a moment later. He'd sighed, reaching for the cup of water and sipping at it, careful not to drink too much all at once, despite how much he desperatly wanted to just guzzle the whole thing. The girl reappeared a few minutes later, and when he heard the door open again, he placed the cup down again. Of course, he hadn't expected her to be bringing soap and water, even if it was just to clean his wounds up. In all honesty, he'd been wondering how long it would take for an infection to develop....it was pretty surprising it hadn't already. "I still have one good arm, don't I," he noted. The arm with the chain on it was out of the question....they'd broken his collar bone earlier that day, and his handhad turned a rather worrying shade of color, no doubt from the shackle being much too tight. It had started to rub his wrist raw too, though that wasn't his top priority as of then. Of course, the rust getting into his bloodstream would be an issue....but he doubted he could do much about that. But...the girl wasn't being completely horrible at the moment, so he'd play nice while she played nice. Even if she had been instructed to brign him the water...she could have splashed him, or stepped on him, or...anything she'd done before and anything she could have thought of. But no, she'd simply set it down and asked if he could do it himself. And he probably could...of course, the wound needed to close up, but cleaning it was still probably smart.

Ella groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose, looking back down at the boy after with a cold glare. He was making being nice ten times harder. "Exactly. You have one good arm and just about the whole of you is bleeding." She sighed, her eyes travelling slowly over his various wounds. The one on his chest definitely looked the worst. "But fine, if you wanna do it yourself," She added, shrugging carelessley. She made her way over to the window, stepping over the corpse in the corner to close the window again, peering out before she did so. There was no view, it pointedstraight towards a brick wall and doubted there would be much cold air coming in or out, but really she was just tryna kep herself busy. After a couple minutes she reluctantly made her way back over to him, her steps slow, watching the water on the ground squeeze out under her shoes. Eventually, she was stood back in front of him, her gaze examining his injuries- she was too fed up to speak. Eeventually, she caught attention of his chained up hand, looking at the nasty colour, and the blood from where the metal was rubbing on his wrist. She had put it quite tight, but then again she wasnt meant to care. She still didn't, but she still cared about what her father would say when he went down to see the boy. Slowly, she crouched down and picked his hand up, a very clear look of dusgust on her face. She was a little rough with it, but after a couple of minutes the chain had been clipped off, leaving him pretty much free. After Ella had stood back up she didnt say anything, just stepped back, looked at him and eventually made her way towards the door, cold, tired and in a lot of pain.

Sage had shrugged in response to her comment, throwing the girl a slightly amused look. "You say that like you'd actually be willing to help," he snorted, knowing full well she definitely would not want to help him out at all. She was just trying to keep him from dying....most likely to keep whoever was in charge happy.

As she walked away, he rolled his eyes, just getting to work as she putzed around the window. No doubt she was making sure he actually got his wounds clean, so he did what he could, washing everything out and then making sure all the soap was gone. He wiped the sweat off his body too, where he could....he'd still be cold, but at least he was somewhat clean. At least, he wouldn't just keep getting stickier. The dirt he didn't mind so much, but the sweat and such could cause blisters, and he didn't need that.

He'd stopped in a few minutes, sort of shaking his hand dry when the girl came back over and grabbed his chained up hand. He'd hissed in pain as she grabbed it, wincing slightly and jerking it away out of instinct. She kept a firm hold of it though, and when she unclipped it and walked away, he was too stunned to say anything. Not that he could think of something to say anyway....thanks didn't really make much sense in this situation. But he did appreciate it. He flexed his fingers and then his wrist slowly, working the blood back into his fingers. It hurt like hell, but so did the rest of his body, and he supposed he'd rather not loose his hand. He'd dipped the hand up to his elbow in the water, washing the wound out so he could better see what was up. It was dark by then, or at least in this building, so he couldn't see much, but he did note the gleam of bone when he peered close enough. It was what he'd expected...though hopefully he could just keep everything clean.

He reached to finish the water he'd been given to drink, laying down with a sigh. He did manage to pass out somewhat soon, though it was a light and broken sleep, as he was freezing and the shivering wasn't helping the wounds scattered all over his body. But he was grateful to sleep, even if it was just a bit.