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Jora leaned back against the pillows, the plate of food in front of her almost comforting in its familiarity. Sage’s concern warmed her, the way he made sure she had everything she needed without hesitation. It always made her heart swell, his loyalty and care for her, and now for the baby as well. She'd never doubted his devotion, but seeing him act with such selflessness, especially when it came to her and the child, only deepened her affection for him. She started to take a bite, savoring the warm, tender meat and fresh bread when a soft knock on the door interrupted the peaceful moment. A servant entered, carrying another tray piled high with food. The man placed it down with a slight bow, then stepped back. "This is from Lord Teren, my lady," the servant said, his voice respectful. "He sends his regards and insists you have plenty of nutritious food for the baby." Jora’s brow furrowed slightly at the mention of her father. She hadn't expected him to send anything—let alone a lavish spread. The man had always been insistent on the importance of her well-being, but lately, his interventions were starting to feel more like overbearing gestures than thoughtful concern. "I suppose he’s just worried about me," Jora muttered, her tone a mixture of exasperation and affection. She couldn't help but smile a little. Her father meant well, even if he drove her mad sometimes. She glanced at Sage, noting how he had settled beside her, the tension in his shoulders almost completely gone now that he was in her presence. "Looks like my father’s keeping up the charade of being overly protective," she said with a soft chuckle. "He’s never been shy about sending food, even when I don’t need it." She pushed the new plate toward Sage with a teasing glint in her eye. "You’re going to have to eat this too. For the baby’s sake, of course." Her tone was playful, but there was an underlying warmth there—she knew how he put her and the baby first. It made her feel both cared for and safe. "I think he wants me to be well-fed enough to keep the baby healthy, but I’m sure he’s just trying to control everything from afar. Typical father behavior." She shook her head but didn’t mind. She was thankful for his concern, even if it came with the occasional eye roll.
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Sage had settled down again, though sat up when the door was knocked on, taking his charade of the servant on again. It was just another servant so he wasn't too worried about it, but moved to take the food from him and bring it deeper into the room and set it up against the wall, so it wasn't in the way. When Jora shoved the plate in his direction though, he chuckled softly and took it gratefully."he cares, even if he's not sure how to say it," he noted lightly, digging into his food happily. He was hungry ....so he was definitely thankful the new food had arrived. (Short, lol. Idk how much I'll be on today for obvious reasons xD)
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Jora took a fork, stabbing into her food and bringing it to her mouth. She chewed, moaning at how good it was. "My dad brought my favorite spaghetti and meatballs" she comments.
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Sage watched Jora dig into her food, humming lightly when she seemed happy. "Well, at least he knows you well enough to send it over," he noted lightly, working on his own food happily.
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Jora nods, "I think the reason he's acting the way he is is to protect me. He's in a position where he has to balance his role as my family and his role as the captain" she explains
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Sage nodded with a soft hum, setting his now empty plate to the side. "It's a hard job, being captain," he noted. "A lot of things are resting on his shoulders, even if no ones chasing these guys down to kill them," he added with a shrug. "I can respect him for handling it all, and helping you." He didn't like him, but he could respect him.
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Jora nods, finishing the last of her meal. "I'm sorry for what he's done to you, all of the past punishments he's given you" she tells him softly. "I still don't know how he could hate you so much" she adds, looking at him with a fond look in her eyes.
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Sage shook his head when she spoke up about everything he's done. "He did what he needed to do, same as all of us," he noted softly. He was doing his job. Still didn't make him like him, of course, but still. "He doesn't know me like you do," he noted simply.
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Jora nods, "I still feel bad about it though" she admits. She looks over to Sage, giving h a quick peck. "We should get back to unpacking" she says softly. She began taking out the clothes and putting them into the dresser.
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Sage chuckled softly and gave her a small smile. "Well, you more than make up for it," he chirped, kissing her back and then nodding when she mentioned unpacking. He sort for watched for a moment, smile lingering on his face. He was just so glad to be here with her right then, despite some of the more unfortunate circumstances around it all. Like the fact that he'd definitely be killed if he was found out. That did sometimes out a damper on things. But he said missed the thrill of it all, and was glad to be out on the open ocean again. He had missed it. He moved to help unpack again, working alongside Jora quietly as they settled all their things in. It didn't take long ....they really didn't have very much stuff with them, but once they were done he did feel satisfied about the room. They could live here well for a while.
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