Sage had slipped off into unconsciousness quickly after that. It was a nice, deep sleep, brought about by the medicine that was steadily being pumped into him. He didn't mind it though....he needed the rest. He knew that. And he also knew that without that medicine he wouldn't get very much rest, no matter how tired his body was.

He slept through the rest of the day, and into the night, since when he woke again the sun was high in the sky. The light was filtering in through the blinds as he sort of blinked and stretched. He settled down quickly with a wince when his body protested the movement...but he sort of moved to half lean against the headboard of the bed anyway, peering around curiously.

Jora was there reading, and when she noticed him stir she was right next to the bed. He offered her a tired smile, scooting over so she could sit on the edge of the bed. Of course, now that his mind was clearer, there was only one thing on his mind...his family. "What does she look like," he hummed after a moment. He wanted to meet his baby, more than anything.

Sage chuckled softly in response to her comment and waved off her concern. "It's been an entire day," he pointed out in slight amusement. It was nice to see Jora as the protective mother though...it made it all seem more real, somehow. "And she is my daughter. I think I've missed enough of her life already," he added quietly, a frown crossing his face for a moment before he pushed it aside.

He did wish he'd been there when Jora had gone into labor. She'd needed him. And...well, he wasn't there. She'd needed him this entire time, and he'd been in the tavern feeling sorry for himself while she'd been struggling. But he did ache to see his baby girl ...he'd been waiting for months, and she was finally here. "I want to see her. Even if you'd rather me look and not hold her...I just want to see her face," he whispered. He wouldn't blame her if she didn't want him to hold her yet....he'd been a pretty bad father so far. But he just needed to see her.

Sage watched Jora leave, shifting slightly as he sat there. He was impatient, and excited, yes, but...he was mostly nervous, he thought. He'd messed up pretty badly, he knew that. And he didn't have the slightest idea of what to do. How to be a father. He'd never been around a baby before....he'd only seen glimpses of them when at Tortuga or heard stories about them from others.

His thoughts whirled through his head, and he placed a hand on his stomach as bile seemed to rise in his throat. What was he doing? He should be focusing on being happy to see his daughter. But what if he messed up here too? It was clear Jora didn't completely trust him with the child yet...and he didn't blame her. Not at all. He was still processing a lot himself, but he knew she had to have her own opinions about him after seeing him like...that. opinions she wouldn't want him to necessarily know about.

When she came back into the room though, his eyes went wide as he focused on the small bundle in hers arms. She was so small. So fragile. He could feel his pulse speeding up, and he couldn't help the hitch on his breath as he noticed her. A flicker of pain ran over his face at Joras words, though, and he nodded. "I know. I'm sorry," he murmured quietly. He wished he'd fought harder or.... something. He should have. He should have tried harder to find her. Find them. He'd failed them... something he didn't ever want to do. Something he'd promised to never do.

A small bit of hope rose in his face when she mentioned he could see her, and maybe hold her. "I don't know it's my touch she deserves," he murmured after a moment, but his gaze stayed on her as Jora moved to sit down on the bed next to him, straining for any sort of look he could get at the baby. He hadn't made a move to reach for her, no matter how badly he wanted to. ...he wasn't sure Jora would appreciate it. He longed to reach out for her, take her in his arms, and never let go. But....he didn't have that right. Not yet.

Sage sort of just blinked as Jora spoke, her voice full of understanding. She was still quiet, giving him what he needed to heal, but form at the same time. Steady. Something he could rely on. Trust. He'd need to get used to that again...he knew he could trust her, she'd given him no reason not to. And he did trust her ..it was just hard to accept that. Hard to understand he was in a safe place, and it was real, and they'd all be ok.

Her words hit home in a way he didn't expect though, and he let out a heavy breath. She was his daughter.... And he knew he was never going to leave her again. He just nodded slowly, processing hours words, trying to understand them. Accept what she was saying as truth even when he didn't believe all of it. "And I'll never leave her again," he murmured after a moment, hesitating for a moment longer before extending his hands towards the baby slowly, a slight tremor causing him to shake slightly as he did so. This shouldn't be so... Scary.

All his fears finished as his handed her over though, and the baby curled into his chest, fist automatically clenching around the fabric of his shirt. A soft breath of wonder escaped his lips, a smile forming on his face as he realized what this was. This was his baby.... And he was holding her, and he loved her more than anything else in the world. He was crying again, silent tears that were slowly making their way down his face. But these weren't bad tears, he didn't think. He felt good... Happy... And it was quite strange after his time at the tavern. But it certainly wasn't unwelcome. "She's perfect," he choked out, instinctively curling around the resting baby in a protective manner.

"What did you name her," he asked quietly after a moment, wanting to know. Needing to know. It sent a pang through his chest... He should have been there to name her too. They'd talked about names, but nothing had been decided, especially since they hadn't known what they were having. But it had been over a week... So surely she'd have named her by now.

Sage couldn't help but stare at Jora for a second as he'd processed what she'd said. She ...hadn't named her yet? To wait for him? He could feel his heart practically melting inside his chest, and he gave her a soft smile and a nod. "Thank you," he murmured. It was heavy with emotion...he certainly hadn't expected that. He'd figured she would have named the baby once she'd had it. He'd though he'd missed all of that. But she'd waited. She wanted to do this together.

He moved to drag a hand down his face, wiping the tears away and anigging as he tried to get his emotions under control. Everything so so raw, so new almost. It was just a lot to deal with. But for the most part, at least right now, they were all good things. "We should do it soon then," he added, sort of relaxing against the headboard a little bit.

He peered down at the baby as she shifted, waking up and peering up at him with a small coo. His heart nearly stopped at the sound, and he couldn't help but smile down at the baby, humming a quiet greeting to her, stroking her cheek with his finger gently. She'd grabbed a hold of it immediately, and he let her attempt to chew on it with a small chuckle, knowing she wouldn't have teeth yet to actually bite him.

"She has your eyes," he hummed softly to Jora, eyes not leaving the precious sight in his arms. She really was the perfect combination of the two of them, and had no doubts she would grow into a fine young woman someday. She would go far in life. And that life would be a good one. He would never let anything bad happen to her....she wouldn't have the life he and Jora had had. She'd be safe with them. No matter what.