Sage winced every time the girl yelped, or flinched or...well, in all honesty, he pretty much just had a permanent wince on his face. It should have been him...in the past, he'd always thrown himself in front of whoever he was protecting. Why hadn't he done it this time? Why had he been so focused on shooting them he hadn't even noticed Mari get hit? He just felt like a bit of a failure at all of this. He couldn't protect her, he couldn't care for herm heck, he couldn't even provide for a family....she had to help with that. Maybe he shouldn't have proposed. He was glad he had, and he did want to marry her so, so much. But...was this right for her? She was getting stuck with him. What if he ended up like his father. He hadn't protected her...what if that led to hurting her years down the road. He'd already hurt her, a lot, by hurting himself. But now he was in too deep to just let the girl go.

Mari just took a few moments to, well... breathe. She was scared, but that was because she was in pain. It had been stupid of her to think that she could possibly think she could get to him without being in pain. She wasn't even sure where that idea had come from... she just had to get to him. To Sage. To help him, keep him safe. That was all she wanted to do... if he'd let her. He'd told her that she helped, that having both her and Silas around made him feel better, but did it? Really? She needed to just trust what he was saying, but she just couldn't trust him. She tried, and she couldn't, like at all. He was still having bad dreams, still hurting himself, and shaking in the corner... would it always be like this? Would he always freak out, forever? She'd help him every time he did, but it just sounded kind of... tiering. She didn't want Silas to see him like this when he was older. Sage wasn't weak, not by a long shot, but even the idea that their son would think that in the future was... horrifying. Sage loved that child more than she could ever describe... they both did.

Sage stayed motionless next to the girl, a rather abnormal thing for him. Not that cuddling was abnormal for him....but he always moves. Whether it was moving his hands through her hair, or moving a foot or a leg....he always moved. Not now, though. But of course, having Mari around was helpful, and he gradually calmed down, relaxing next to her and drifting off to sleep eventually. He curled up against her slightly more when he drifted off, certainly glad he could curl up next to her now. He made sure not to hurt her, though, and kept his weight off of her injury. He was sleeping peacefully now though...cuddling up did help calm him enough he didn't have so many nightmares.

Mari just stayed on her back and let him cuddle in... she was just sore, and the more she thought about everything, the worse she seemed to feel. Would things work out between them in the long run? It hadn't been very long. Sage needed someone he could care for, and she hated being fussed like this... she was trying to look after him, and he wasn't really letting her. Though, she eventually just started falling to asleep... she was tired as hell and sore, and to be honest, overthinking everything. She slept roughly, waking up every few minutes to make sure the boy was still with her.

Sage could feel the girl shifting around next to him all night long, though he just stuck by her side. He was tired, and he knew she would be too, but if taking care of him for a bit made her feel better, he supposed he wasn't going to argue about it. He woke up early in the morning to Silas cooing softly, and reached over to drag the crib closer to them so he could scoop him up and feed him without leaving Mari's side. He had a feeling they both needed eachother right about then.

Mari woke up pretty much as soon as she felt him shift, though when she saw her baby, she just felt worse. She hadn't been seeing to him, or feeding him, or talking to him or... anything, really. Sage had said he was sitting up alone now... she still hadn't seen that, either. She just stared at the child for a few moments before sighing and rolling onto her other side. She wanted to see him... to talk and play, but she didn't have the energy. She couldn't make herself do it, and she felt just absolutely awful.

Sage glanced over at Mari when he felt her shift, though he frowned slightly when she rolled over. Did she not want to see either of them? Suddenly, he was hit with the kind of panic one couldn't really describe. He looked down at Silas, who was sucking happily on the bottle, and then sighed slightly. Realistically, she probably just felt bad...and he knew that. But he still worried he'd done something wrong. Was she still upset about the day before? Was she mad? He shook himself slightly and heasitantly took her arm, sliding the now full Silas over, where the baby let out a happy coo when her arm was set back over him, and reached out to grasp the girls dress, curling up, more than content to rest there with his mother. Sage smiled at that and lay down again, wrapping his arm around both of them, hoping it helped.

Mari sat there for a little while, just... quiet. She was scared any movement would rip her wounds open again. She felt awful for not seeing to her child, but he liked Sage better anyway, so he was probably better off just being quiet with him than trying to climb back towards the boy and hurting her further. She just felt a bit... useless. Very useless. Unlike Sage, she couldn't walk about without anyone panicking l, or move, or heat or pretty much breathe without being shouted at to calm down or she'd hurt herself. She sighed softly to the boy when she had the child slip under her arm, but shr really didn't behave the energy to move him up anymore. The way he moved into her made her heatmrt ache... the baby was expecting some sort of attention, but she just couldn't give that to him.

Sage curled up against the girl gently, holding them both, hoping the baby at least made her feel a bit better. Silas was more than happy just to curl up with her....anyone could see that. He might be a daddy's boy, but that didn't mean he didn't love Mari at all. That certainly wasn't it. He did keep his arm in a position where the baby would be blocked from Maris wound if he did decide to move, but he wasn't going anywhere. Eventually, sage closed his eyes and slipped off again, more than tired, and definitely glad to cuddle up again.

Mari had to try insanely hard to swallow the lump in her throat, the more she thought about her baby... why couldn't she just oook after him the way she was meant to? Why was she like this? Why couldn't she just be better already? She looked down at the child, and she was just filled with pity and self loathing. The child didn't deserve to have her mother like that. She turned around and placed the child back down next to Sage, then curled up herself again. She didn't want the child to see her in a state like this... she knew he was still a baby, but it just felt... wrong to be like that in front of him.