Sage felt himself growing more panicky the longer the silence stretched between them, waiting for an answer and praying it wouldn't be what he was afraid of. He nearly jumped out of his skin when she took his hand, though he managed to control himself. But only just. He calmed slightly after that though, the touch bringing him back to his senses a little bit, and at her comment he felt the tension keave his body in a rush, leaving him tired and shaky and dizzy.

He sort of stood there for a moment, just watching her tiredly as she talked, before allowing himself to collapse into the chair next to her, unable to hold himself up and process any more. But he laced his fingers with hers, offering her a small smile. "We always do," he agreed softly. "And we always will," he added after a moment. He wouldn't give up on her ..no matter what happened, even if she turned out to be some horrible, mean woman, he'd still come crawling back. She'd never hurt him or treat him like that he knew, but if it were to happen, it wouldn't change how much he loved her. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad, but it really wasn't something he needed to worry about.

At her next comments about now doing everything alone, he just took a steadying breath, meeting her gaze. A soft nod. "We have a lot to do to get ready for this," he reminded her softly. "And you're in no state to build anything," he added pointedly. But this was good ...he was excited about it, even if it scared him a bit too. So many things could go wrong. "We'll have to figure out a way to get you to a doctor as you near you're nine months mark," he added after a few moments with a frown.

Sage had sort of zoned out after a bit, just thinking of all the things that needed to get done. It would be a lot of work ...though not as much work as carrying and popping out an entire human being, he didn't think. No, Jora definitely had the worst of the two jobs.

When she spoke up again though, he blinked, listening with a cocked head as she mentioned her plan. He nodded along after a bit, sort of knawing at his lip ring, as he often did when thinking. Or stressed. Or worried. That poor ring was pretty beat up. "I've been a servant before....I think I could fit in pretty well," he murmured after a moment or so, nodding in agreement. It would be risky for him ...but giving birth here was too risky for Jora, and he wasn't willing to let that happen. Especially not because he was scared for his own skin. He'd never forgive himself if something happened to her or the baby because he'd wanted to stay out.

And it was true....he'd been a servant and a slave for a while. Most of his childhood really. He knew what to do. How to act, how to speak, how to stay in the shadows. Not draw any attention to himself. Then he felt a small smile playing across his face. "I cant believe he'd think I was your bodyguard anyway," he noted with a soft chuckle. She could take care of herself and her dad knew it. Plus....he didn't exactly look like her bodyguard. "You're going to have to play your part though too," he noted gently. She'd have to snap at him now and again. Act like she wasn't particularly fond of him at times. He was fine with it...he knew she'd never mean any of it. But this was a good plan. "When do you want to set off for his ship," he asked with a cocked head.

Sage nodded when she mentioned he was good at blending in, a soft smile playing across his lips. "I've figured out how to stay in the shadows," he agreed quietly, thinking back to the farmhouse he'd been at for so long. That was ok...the memories, as awful as they were, would only help him here. Well...mostly, at least.

He nodded again when she mentioned she'd keep up the act, nodding along with a soft chuckle. "Don't worry, I'll be a good boy. Unless someone pisses me off too much." The last part came with a hint of mischeviousness, but it was mostly joking. Yes, he would probably do something secretly to someone...but he really wouldn't be able to do much besides mildly inconviencincing them. They couldn't afford to get caught. And if they knew he was a skilled fighter, they'd assume he was more than just a servant. "Who are you going to tell him the fatehr is then," he asked after a moment. "If you say it's from me he won't appreciate that," he added pointedly. He didn't mind....but they needed a solid story. One her father wouldn't look down on. At least...not too much. They needed him to want to keep the baby.

He squeezed her hand when she said they'd leave tomorrow, moving to get up after that. They'd have a lot of packing and planning to do. They'd need basics for both of them, plus the new baby once it came. The house would need to be secured, and they'd just have to hope the canoe would get them to and from her father's ship. He worked at just taking out all the piercings he could while she talked, dropping each one into a small container that they could easily keep here. It felt odd, not having the metal in his ears, and such....though he did keep the lip ring. That would be hard to take out anyway, and no doubt he'd need it. One piercing wasn't so bad, he was more worried about the tattoos. He could cover a lot of them up with servant garb, but even so, that may become an issue. He'd have to come up with a decent excuse for it all.

Sage nodded slowly when she admitted she wasn't sure what she'd tell her father. It was a lot...they'd need a full story, and if he was going to take his place as her servant, then he wouldn't be able to speak up if she didn't have an idea and he did. "I won't be able to help you unless we're alone," he reminded her with a shrug. "I won't talk much, actually," he added. He did wonder how many servants she'd been around...she was on a ship for the last few years, and she'd always been with her and her father. As far as he knew, they didn't have servants.

They had time to come up with a good story though....she wasn't exactly showing yet, so she didn't have to mention the pregnancy right away. Her father would never really expect that to have happened. "Well, we have time," he mused after a moment or so, placing the container with his jewelry in it in the dresser drawer of their bedroom, crossing the room to grab their clothes and settle the outfits in the suitcase they had. He grabbed the outfits Jora would want, and a few blankets, knowing they'd need them later on. Then he went through his own clothes, picking out the simpler things that were more servant-like. Which was a bit hard. He didn'e exactly wear fancy captain clothes, but they also weren't servant garbs either. Oh well. He could come up with a story for that too, if anyone asked.

By the time they were completely packed, it was nearing night, so they moved to eat a quick dinner and then get ready for bed. They'd need a good night's sleep...they had a long journey ahead of them. He wasn't sure how much he'd sleep despite how exhausted his body was, but he knew he had to try.

Once everything had been packed, Sage closed the suitcases and set them down by the door. He'd pulled another bag out, to take the last few things they'd need, like toothbrushes and that sort of thing. But those would be tosed into the bag tomorrow morning, before they set out. He'd nodded in response to her comments, sort of just letting her mumble to herself without saying anything about it. She was worried, and he could tell she felt bad about him becoming so docile. But he'd do anything for her and the baby, so while it was bringing some bad memories back and he hated to just duck his head and not speak his mind....well, it was well worth it. They couldn't mess this up.

He came back into the room, only for Jora to thank him. He sort of nodded and moved to collapse onto the bed next to her, completely exhausted. "We're going to get through this," he hummed softly, reaching for her hand and squeezing it gently, shifting over so she could slide under the covers with him. He could feel himself already slipping off, and while he did try to stay awake long enough for her to settle in comfortably, his body betrayed him. He knew he needed rest...he knew he was wearing himself down...but he had wanted to make sure she was calm enough to get some sleep too. That just...didn't happen apparently.

He woke up the next morning, sort of squinting up at the clock and then the sun filtering into their room before flopping his head back down with a heavy sigh. He didn't want to get up...but they had to eventually. It would be hard to even just lay around and relax for a while. There was too much going on.