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The girl bit her lip slightly and she tied a small knot in the line and carefully thread it through the small head. She gave a small smile at her work before offering it back to him brightly. Though, she might not be so bright when he started stitching himself up if he could even do that at this point. The worry that she might end up doing it crossed her mind for a moment before trusting that Sage wouldn't ask her to do something like that unless he really had to. The girl glanced from the needle to him, her brightness dimming slightly. He was a little red. Was he hot? It was freezing, so if he was getting warm then there was most certainly something wrong. "Do you feel alright?" She didn't know how many times she had asked that question this night, but she didn't really care. Anya would keep on asking until she was one hundred percent sure he was fine. She slipped the back of her hand to his forehead lightly to see if he had a fever of sorts before pulling back with furrowed brows.

Sage could barely keep his blush from spreading when she put her hand on his forehead. He picked up the needle with a grunt. "I'm fine. I'm probably red from running around for so long and because of this shoulder I can't catch my breath." He started stitching his shoulder up, and found that he was getting the job done, though it was a bit loose and kind of all over the place. But it would probably work, at least until he could go back and do it better later. If he chose to. It seemed odd, still, that Anya was still so worried about him. She had left. She didn't want to care for him. Did she? It was all so confusing.

Anya blinked at him once or twice as she watched him redden before shaking her head and plopping back down next to him. "Right," He wasn't overheating or trying to catch his breath. No, he was fucking blushing. At a time like this? Granted, the whole shoulder thing probably didn't help, so she tried to convince herself it was just that he was sore as he said. Though, that didn't work too well. "I think you've lost way too much blood." She murmured, letting out a small chuckle as she rested her head on her knees. She had hoped their months away from each other would have made any of Sage's feelings ease up a little, or even just stop moments like this. She thought for a moment, her lips slightly pursed. Had hers gone too? She didn't think that she cared for Sage anymore, that if anything happened to him it wouldn't bother her. But now, watching him stitch himself up, all she could do was worry.

Sage just grunted, not trusting himself enough to respond. He had hoped this wouldn't happen after months of separation, but it seemed like he was still as awkwardly crushing as he did back then. Wonderful. Why couldn't he control his goddam feelings? He was making this weird again, probably, for Anya. He could tell she didn't really believe him, though the part where she said he had lost too much blood was genuine. And true. But he could manage. He finished seeing his shoulder up in a few minutes. It wasn't perfect, and blood still oozed out of some spots here and there since his stitching was pretty horrible, but it got the job done. He put the needle back in the hem of his shirt...he probably wouldn't ever need it again, so he wasn't sure why he bothered, though. Oh, well. He was done questioning that.

The girl went quiet for a moment before poking her head out the little ivy curtain to see if anything was there. It was all clear... they could probably go now, but it was still pitch black, and she wanted to wait for it to be slightly lighter so they could slip out with some sort of vision. The likelihood of Sage being able to defend himself with one damaged arm in the pitch black wasn't high, and Anya was pretty much defenseless no matter the conditions. The girl closed her eyes for a short moment, going through everything one last time before looking to Sage. He looked so drained now, especially compared to how fiery he was when he stormed into the forest. She tilted her head at him slightly before drawing in a breath, "You know, when you're mad you're pretty scary. Terrifying, even. I wasn't sure if you wanted to hurt me or them." She noted with a light chuckle.

Sage cocked his head at her, the corner of his mouth twitching into a very slight smile. "Oh, please. I don't think I could make myself hurt you even if I somehow wanted to," he muttered. "I can't hear them, which means they're gone. We can get you back home soon." He didn't know when she wanted to leave, though if it were lighter it would be easier, since he wasn't completely trusting himself to be able to fend off those men if they attacked again. Once she was gone he'd go find someone to fight so he could get out of this place. Did Anya suspect anything? He thought he'd been doing a good job of hiding his feelings, but it was getting harder and harder the more tired he became. Fighting at his peak, getting shot plus other wounds, running around for hours, he was at his limit. Past it, probably. He just didn't care.

The girl gave a shallow smile. "I'm sure you could if I pushed you to the edge," she murmured, her voice teasing. The girl nodded slightly. "I'd rather go once the sun starts to rise... It'll be safer that way." She shrugged slightly. Knowing that she wouldn't be followed back to the castle would be a comfort to the girl, along with knowing Sage would be safe. She tilted her head to him before putting a light hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you try and get some rest? I can wake you whenever it's time to go." She offered lightly. She knew it wasn't likely that he would be able to get much rest during the day, rest he needed to heal, so she figured he could at least try and get some shut-eye somewhere he was being looked over for a little while.

Sage thought about that for a moment and sighed tiredly. "I think I've already hit the edge, based off of my actions earlier," he muttered before laying down on the ground and closing his eyes. He curled up in a ball, since it was habit, and in the winter conserving any heat he could would help him to not, like, freeze to death while he was asleep. And while it would be a peace way to go, he couldn't do it while Anya was here. He wouldn't be asleep long though, and he did need the rest. And Anya had a point about daylight...it would help them. It would help their enemies too, but they were long gone, at least for now. He fell asleep pretty quickly, even though he was laying in the snow and probably should feel like he was freezing his butt off if he wasn't still so numb.

The girl nodded. "Probably," she noted quietly. She watched him settle down for a moment before tilting her head back slightly as she let out a deflating breath. It only seemed to get colder the longer they sat. Maybe that was because they had stopped running... everything had gone peaceful. Though, she didn't know how long that would last. They would just have to make the most of it. She took another glance at Sage, trying to figure out how he stayed so... strong. Not just physically, but also mentally. So much had happened to him in just one night, and all that had changed was that he was a little quiet, and perhaps a bit snappy. Still, even the strongest people could break, so she was cautious to make sure he was comfortable. She sighed slightly before taking whatever was left of the cloak... which was more like rags now and carefully laid it over him, in hopes it would keep him warmer than the snow.

Sage relaxed slightly when she draped the cloak over him, no longer needing to curl up as tight to preserve body heat. It was warmer than the blankets at the house, though to Anya it probably would seem like trash by now...it was torn, stained, and probably wet in spots. He subconsciously shifted so that his back was up against the nearest solid object, which just so happened to be Anya's leg. She was warm, too, which was probably why he gravitated in that direction. He slipped into a deeper sleep, not being able to stay in a light one because of how much blood he had lost earlier. It was better for healing, but it was a good thing he had Anya's cloak, otherwise he most likely would have frozen if he stayed there. He wouldn't have woken up in time if Anya wasn't there to wake him up herself.