Sage had huffed out a heavy breath after a moment, turning away from the clock and onto his side, facing Jora. He sort of looped as arm around her waist loosely as he'd rolled over, burying his face in her chest as he normally did. He really wasn't making much of an effort to get up yet, and while he knew they needed to get moving, he didn't want to leave their peace yet. Of course, this wasnt really peace, since they were both stressed about this. There was no escaping this reality...and he didn't fully want to. He wanted this baby...having her be the mother of his child and starting a family with her was something he hadn't dared hope for before. But now it was happening, and he certainly glad of it, even if there was some risk involved.

After a while though, he sort of rolled back over a little bit with a sigh, looking over at Jora and absentmindedly running his hand lightly up and down her arm. "You ready to get going," he asked quietly, knowing the longer they lingered there the harder it would be to actually leave their home.

When she agreed, he moved to force himself up and out of bed, gathering their last few things before setting them by the door with a sigh. "Anything else you need?" Once she'd responded, he moved to gather all their bags and get them tied down in the canoe. He grabbed an extra set of water bottles then, handing one to Jora and then also handing her an umbrella to keep the sun's harmful rays from her. He didn't want her getting sunburt, of course, but he also wasn't sure if the sun would hurt the baby at all, and he definitely didn't want that.

They were off soon enough then, sage rowing in an easy rythm as he moved in the direction of Jora's father's ship. They weren't sure where exactly he'd be by now....but she knew the general direction it was in. They found the ship after a few hours, closer to noon, but at least they'd found it. "I assume that's his ship then," he asked, eyes fixed on the large vessel that was ten times nicer than any pirate's ship he'd ever seen. But they'd been spotted by then, and the men on board were already pointing to them, lowering a ladder of some kind. "Here this goes," he noted softly, glancing at Jora. "Our acts start now," he added, shifting slightly.

It wasn't a large shift at all, but the results were vastly different. Instead of her partner, the father of her children, he was simply another belonging. Eyes cast down, shoulders held in a submissive manner, hair bound in a half up half down manner that framed his face, making him look smaller. Softer. Less threatening. And it covered up the remaining bits of tattoos that showed over the hem of his shirt collar, as well as the points on his ears.

He reached for the ladder that had been lowered to them, moving to help Jora to it and then let her up before grabbign the bags and hauling himself up the ladder until he was safely on the ship, positioning himself quietly behind Jora, ignoring the judging whispers that were sent his way from the crew around them. He heard them hauling their canoe up, securing it to the bigger boat, but forced his hears to stay still. They had to think he was human. Completely human, anyway.

Sage kept his eyes down carefully, though peered around at the ship and people around them through his hair. This was one reason he kept his hair longer...the thick locks provided a decent cover at times, as well as protection from people's glances. With the half up half down style servants often wore, most of his face was hidden. It helped him play his part of course, but it also allowed him to gain information without them knowing. Because even though he was acting like a servant, his mind was anything but.

When Jora moved to walk again, he followed her, suddenly grateful they didn't have a ton of things he had to carry around. She couldn't help him, and wasn't sure how long he'd be lugging all of it around. He probably wouldn't want her to help much, anyway...if she was pregnant he didn't want her straining to carry something heavy anyway.

He peered around curiously as they walked, keeping his ears and nose as still as possible despite all the new scents and sounds that were bombarding his senses. He was definitely curious about it all, and his mind was reeling with questions, but he couldn't ask any questions, and he knew it. That was ok...keeping their little game of real life chess was going. Jora was his queen....the most important piece, the most powerful. The voice of power. And right now, he was the king. Limited. Unable to do much but hope she could protect him without breaking their cover. And...well, everyone was out to kill him. And he had a feeling that, just like the game, if he was killed it would be game over for Jora, who'd be destroyed over it all.

He brought his focus back to Jora after a moment, wondering where she was going. No doubt she knew this ship well....she'd probably been on it countless times before. She might have even lived on it at some point. Maybe she had a room? That would be nice...having their own room. Though he might have to sleep in the servants quarters. That would have to be figured out, he supposed. Or maybe she was going to seek out her father, find him before he found out something from the gossip of the rest of the crewman. Did they know her? Probably. Oh...maybe that was why they disliked him. Generally, if someone had a personal servant of the opposite gender, they'd also be sleeping with them. That brought a slight wince to his face as he realized what they all thought he was...the act he'd have to keep up. Well, it could be worse he supposed. He quite liked sleeping with her. But the thought of them thinking of him that way caused his stomach to flip.

Sage followed Jora carefully, body submissive but his mind taking in every detail he possibly could. And that was a lot...he could smell the men, and could already tell their footsteps apart for the most part. The hushed whispered in the dark bowels of the ship could be heard and processed. As of right now, it was mostly talking about how often they thought she bedded him, and about how could a man let a woman control him in bed like that. The last one brought a flush to his cheeks...one of both anger and embarrassment. It was true, most men wouldn't appreciate that role every time. But they didn't know what it was like to be used that way. How much he cherished knowing he could do that, and it would be because he chose to. She could pin him, do whatever she wanted to, and he could still trust her. But even so, it didn't feel great to hear their conversations. It was clear he'd be a target now...well, fine. He could deal with them. In his own way.

Joras voice brok him out of his thoughts. The captain. They were going to her father. That was probably best, though he wasn't so sure her father would appreciate him bringing all their bags into his cabin. He gave her a soft nod in response to her comments, pressing a light hand on the small of her back, just briefly, in case someone came down the hallway. But he hoped it was enough to give her the courage she needed to face her father. This wasn't easy for any of them...lying to someone you loved was never easy, nor was it good. But he couldn't know the truth, they both knew that.

He'd have Sage killed in a heartbeat.

Sage tightened his hands on the bags, swallowing hard and double checking everything about him screamed servant. Submissive. Easy to beat up if he so chose. He was a captain, and would be detail oriented. Hopefully, because he was a servant in the past, he could play this game well enough to pass. He gave Jora a nod....once, a small one, as she gripped the handle but didn't open the door. She had to just get in there. Get it all started.

So he took a deep breath to steady himself as she threw the door open and greeted her father. He followed her a few steps in, lingering respectfully in the doorway, as any humble servant would. He longer to scream at the man for everything he's done to him. To other orphans. He wanted to stay at Joras side, terrified something would happen while he wasn't there. Terrified it would happen while he was there. Would she want him to fight? It might blow their cover. But he couldn't sit there and watch them hurt her, especially knowing she was pregnant. With his baby.

Ugh, why did this have to be so complicated?

But even so, he forced himself to stay relaxed in the corner, acting as if he was simply staring at his shoes but in reality he was taking in every detail of the man and his cabin. It was quick, only in the few moments the man's gaze was fixed on Jora. Then he did actually stare at his feet, knowing the man would know if he was looking around. He wasn't going to be easy to fool.

Sage listened to the conversation with a sinking heart, as it was clear her father didn't appreciate her answers. And it was clear the man could never know the truth. He'd hoped he would be understanding to Jora, if he truly loved his daughter he'd be happy for her. It did t seem like that was the case, however, since the man was only getting more and more agitated as the conversation went on.

When the man snapped at him to leave, he heasitated for a moment, casting a quick glance at jora as if making sure it was alright with her, but also hopefully giving her a bit of reassurance. He moved to give the man a quiet nod then, stepping backwards out of the room respectfully and closing the door behind him. He let out a quiet sigh then, setting all the bags down and sliding down the wall to sit, since his legs were shaking slightly from the intense emotions in the room.

He could still hear them of course....it was just a simple cabin, and he had good hearing. So he made sure no one else was around before flicking his ears back slightly, so he could hear it just a little bit better. His mind was running ...if the man started getting violent, what would he do? He didn't want to think he'd hurt Jora, but sometimes parents weren't good to their children, and they just had to face it. He could t just sit here and let him do that, but he couldn't blow their cover either. He let out a sort of groan, resting his head in his hands momentarily. This wasn't going very well so far, and they'd only just got there.

Sage could tell the man was upsetting Jora, and it hurt worse than anyone would know to just ...walk away. Close the door behind him and sit there waiting while he listened to the older man snap at her. The longer it went on the more agitated he got ..he knew how much this would hurt Jora. And, well, the man was really their only option. If this didn't work out ....he had no idea what to do. He got up and started pacing after a moment or so of sitting there, knawing at his lips ring.

He felt the tension start to leave his body when the man's tone softened though, and hearing his confession of love for his daughter caused a soft breath of relief to come from his lips. He sagged against the wall, sliding down to sit next to their bags in relief. It nearly made him dizzy, knowing that the man would still do whatever he could to help his daughter. That was good....at the very least it meant they could stay here, and have a doctor that was actually good at his job. Good.

He waited then, listening half way to their conversation, just peering around the ship and half turning to other conversations. Nothing was interesting or helpful ...the crew members were mostly just whispering about them. Him. The likes of that. So he turned back to Joras conversation with her father, mostly just listening enough sighed knowing when they came out, so he could be standing when the door opened. That was what was really acceptable for a servant. He probably shouldn't be sitting down right then, but he'd hear anyone coming and he was tired, so whatever.