Sage moved the trash can to where he wanted it, then allowed her to press her hand against his head before curling back up and closing his eyes. He'd grunted in response to her comment, but passed out before he could think of words to say.

Sage slept in bits, sort of just a fitful fever induced sleep between coughing himself awake and back and forth for a while. There was a definite rasp to each breath, which did worry him a little bit, but honestly just getting a full breath in was enough work he wasn't thinking about it too much.

Sage had stayed in a fitful slumber for a while, though at some point through the night he woke, and noticing that everyone else was asleep for the night, didn't want to wake them. So, he moved to wrap the blankets around his shoulders and heave himself up and out of the bed, moving slowly towards the door. It took him a while, chest constricting as he held in his coughing. Once he was outside though, he just collapsed, sort of bending over where he'd fallen to his knees, coughing for what seemed to be forever. He stayed in the same position once he was done, waiting for his vision to clear and hopefully to catch his breath. He tasted something odd though, and when his vision cleared he noticed blood on the hand he'd used to cover his mouth. Shit. Apparently his old life was beginning to catch up to him. Lung infections were common when you lived in shitty air...but he'd hoped he had avoided it. He shook his head slightly, letting himself move to the side, wiping his hand on the grass and leaning against the cabin wall, wondering what would happen to Liz if this killed him. Which....it was pretty likely.

Sage half jumped when he noticed Liz come out, and smiled softly at her. "Hey baby," he greeted her. "I just wanted some fresh air. Didn't want to wake miss Elara," he added, pressing a finger to his lips to prompt her to whisper. "Why are you awake, hon," he added, hoping she wasn't also getting sick or anything .

Sage sighed softly at the words, torn between embracing her and not. If it was an infection, it wasn't contagious so....that meant she was safe. He opened the side of his blanket for her to crawl against his side, wrapping his arm and the blanket around her when she did. "It's alright," he murmured. "No one's going to take me away." He hoped he was right. When she noticed the blood, he sort of shifted to block her view, shaking his head. "Nothing," he noted, looking up at the stars with her, fighting a cough. "You see that star, the really bright one," he asked her, pointing to it. "That's the north star. Follow that and you can find your way anywhere, isn't that cool?"