Sage listened to Jora as she spoke, giving her the space she needed as she tried to comprehend everything that had just happened. He nodded softly after her comments about her father trying though, features softening slightly. "It was probably quite a shock for him," he admitted with a sort of shrug. "He'll probably need as much time as you," he added. Heck, it had even taken himself a bit of time to process it all. He still could barely believe it....he was going to father her child. They would have a family, something he'd always desperately wanted but knew better than to hope for.

After a moment or two though, he sighed softly and moved to grab their bags again, humming softly. "We should get to a room and just relax for a bit," he murmured. "Process things. Figure it all out, and what we're gonna do." They'd be here for nine while months....it was a long time to keep the charade going. A very long game.

But they didn't have any other options. They had to do this. And they had to do it without any mistakes. "I assume you have a room already," he asked after a moment, cocking his head slightly before realizing the automatic movement had left the soft points of his ears exposed, and quickly moved to correct the position so they were sufficiently covered.

Jora did, in fact, have a room....and they were there soon enough. He'd moved to set their things down, unpacking the simple things and all that. If they'd be here for nine months, and then however long after she'd given birth they needed for her to heal and the baby to grow strong enough to travel back to their island. Make sure it was healthy before bringing them to a remote place, cut off from civilization. They may as well make it home away from home.

Sage had nodded when she'd mentioned she had a room, and followed her down a few of the hallways, mentally mapping out the ship as they went. he was fairly good with directions, and knowing the layout of your territory, even if it was just a ship, was important. He was well aware of how servants were treated...and knowing the little nooks and crannies, and the quickest way back to Jora, would be necessary to know. He couldn't really get into any fights, even in self defense, so if he sensed trouble he'd just have to hide or get back to her, plain as that. He was safe at her side. Well, slightly behind her too, in this case, but nearby her all the same.

Once they were in the room and he'd unpacked the necessary things, he moved to set up a few of the decorations he'd brought from home. It was an attempt to make this room feel like their home and island...a rather pathetic one, admittedly, since they couldn't afford to bring anything extra...but it was an attempt at that. He could certainly try.

Once that was all done, he moved back to Jora and flopping down on the bed next to her. He had missed the creak of the wooden boards of the ships. Being out on the ocean. But...he thought he missed their home more. He couldn't help but be worried about it...what if something happened? Nine months was a long time. They'd taked precausions but...mother nature was something that even the best architects and farmers and all the rest couldn't beat. He tried not to think about it too much....they had worse things to think about. More pressing issues.

He sort of glanced around the room after a few moments of silence, then looked back at Jora. "Is this where you grew up then," he asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the stillness. But...he also knew the doors weren't soundproof, so they had to be quiet in case soemone heard them talking. A servant shouldn't be talking so casually to Jora, and they'd know that. Of course, if they got intimate at all they wouldn't have to be so quiet, but he also knew they'd tease him about it if they weren't. No doubt they'd mess with him either way though. He wasn't sure they even could be intimate, since she was pregnant....he honestly wasn't sure how that all worked. He told his mind to shut up though. That obviously wasn't really a concern big enough to ler himself think about.

Sage sort of turned his eyes to Jora as she mentioned growing up. He knew she wouldn't have been in the ship her whole childhood ....she'd lived by the orphanage for a while, which was how he'd first met her, all those years ago. But after her father had set sail with her, dropping him back off at the orphanage and then leaving, and taking Jora with him....he didn't know much about what had happened to her in the years from that day until they'd found each other again.

He heard the conflicting emotions in her voice as she spoke, noticed the tightening of her face. It was obvious this place didn't hold many super great memories for her. In fact, it quite seemed like it didn't hold any at all. He frowned slightly, though her tone lightened towards the end, and his own lips curved into a sort of soft smile as she looked back at him, and he nodded along softly.

"Maybe you'll be able to take some good memories back home with you," he murmured softly, eye moving to her stomach briefly, where he knew their child was steadily growing, preparing to enter this world. Hopefully, it would be dealt a better hand than he or Jora.

He'd do anything to make sure the baby never had to go through anything awful, or even really very bad. There would be some things, like scaping a knee or something, that were learning experiences.....but no one would harm this child. No one would look down on it. And he'd do anything to make sure Jora had the perfect life as well, with the perfect family. He hoped she knew that. "We may as well settle in," he mused after a moment. "Prepare ourselves for everything that's ahead of us." He did wish he had more time to build things like a crib, and maybe some toys ...but they couldn't bring it back in the canoe with them. It made that a bit harder, but that was ok. They'd figure it all out. They always did.

Sage chuckled softly in response to her comment, offering her a soft smile, reaching over to take her hand and squeeze it gently. "I think the same way," he agreed lightly, though his ears twitched as they picked up the footsteps right before the knock sounded at the door, moving to take his stance as a servant up again, acting as though he was working on putting things away still and Jora called for them to come in.

He felt his ears twitch slightly towards the nurse when the woman mentioned she was there to check up on the baby. While the nurse's back was turned, he sort of stoped his 'work' and watched, offering Jora a steady glance, though his own anxiety spiked as he thought about the fact that the baby might not be so healthy.

The baby was fine though, and he resumed his servant posture as the nurse turned around. He had to use his hair to hide the smile on his face, not able to keep it from forming as the nurse declared the baby was healthy, and so was Jora. The moment the nurse was gone, he practically flew at jora, planting a happy kiss on her lips, practically vibrating with excitement.

A healthy baby, and Jora was the one who'd mother it. It was theirs. They had a family. And despite all the possible dangers and the not knowing what would happen these next nine months....he couldn't help but be just so excited about it all.

After the initial kiss, Sage just stood there in front of her, their foreheads resting lightly against each other. They just stood there, holding each other happily, just letting the emotions in the air swirl around them and wash over them. They didn't need words to convey what they were feeling....and maybe that was one thing he especially liked about their relationship. They could be quiet together. They could just...be.

"God, I can barely believe it all," he sort of murmured after a moment, choking out a sort of laugh. It had all sorts of welled up on him, leaving him breathless. Shaky, even. Fighting tears back. He had a family. And not just any family, but a good one that loved him as much as he could love them. It was a child produced by any sort of servant or slave related activities, or a drunken bout he had to recollection of. No ....this was his. Something he'd longer for his entire life, but never gave himself the hope of having. And now, all of a sudden, it all came crashing down on him, and his knees buckled. He found himself on his knees in front of Jora, still just holding her tightly. He'd sworn he'd never kneel before anyone ever again...but this was different. Very different. And he really couldn't be happier.