Sage felt a bit guilty about handing the baby off to elara, who had plenty of other things to do, especially with him out of the count, but he felt too gross to care much. Even with blankets on him, he found himself shivering in his sleep, sweat beading on his skin and dampening his hair where he was curled up.

Once Liz was settled in an area where Elara could keep an eye on her, she went and got a damp towel before walking over to Sage, and pressing it against his forhead and cheeks before settling it on the back of his neck and tending back to Liz.

Sage did relax slightly when the cool towel pressed against his skin, able to slip into a deeper sleep as he relaxed a little bit. He did wake a few hours later, groaning when he came to since his head was pounding by then. He did peer around to check on Liz, and then flopped back over with a sigh.

Sage sort of gave her a sheepish grin, sitting up when she moved to take the towel, letting her press another one to his skin. "Feel like shit," he noted, taking the medicine and wrinkling his nose and coughing after swallowing it. It really did taste terrible. "Still foul," he noted, flopping over onto the bed.

Sage grunted in agreement, setting the medicine cup down with a sigh, wrapping the blankets around him tighter again. "People would use it more if it tasted better," he noted, blowing a strand of hair out of his face. "I don't have time to lay around," he grumbled tiredly after a moment, though he knew he couldn't do anything the way he was.

Sage chuckled softly when elara grabbed the little girl and brought her inside, though he was wary of getting her sick. He wasn't doing real well, and she was more vulnerable than he was by a decent bit. He groaned at elaras comment, though he knew it was true. "I know," he grumbled. "It's annoying," he added. He could feel his eyes growing heavy again already though, so he let himself slump over and curl up again.