Sage grinned lightly, though still rather groggily. He chuckled lightly before yawning again, shaking his head at the mare outside their little nook. "She's funny," he hummed, resting his head back on the blankets under him with a sigh. He was still half asleep, really.

Quinn nodded, smiling slightly. "Still tired?" She asked with a chuckle. She sure wasn't... but it was Be expected of Sage that he still was. He had a long day yesterday, and he had been shot. They both added up to being tired.

Sage hummed lightly and nodded. "Takes me a while to actually wake up." He looked over at the girl after a moment. "What's for dinner tonight," he asked curiously. He was getting hungry...again...he was hungry often anyway, and he ate a lot to begin with, but now that he was healing, he needed even more. He healed quickly, but it took energy, and he needed to eat to get it.

Quinn tipped her head, thinking. "Well I know you like meat... so how about I find us a goose. Do you like goose?" Quinn asked with a chuckle. It sounded like a weird thing to eat... but Shen was trying for variety here.

Sage hummed lightly and then nodded. "I could go for a nice plump goose," he chirped. Then he chuckled. "I'm not picky...I'll eat pretty much anything," he told the girl. He'd had to eat whatever he could find for years, since his father obviously never took care of him, and no one at the castle really liked him either. If he asked for a meal, the cook would make something awful. So he'd really eat just about anything.

"Sounds great." Quinn smiled. She liked the taste to goose... especially since she hated geese. Quinn chuckled slightly as she thought about how she usually killed the geese. Quinn loved most animals... but geese? Nope. She would walk out till she was in the geese's territory... then a goose would run at her, ready to attack her. That's when Quinn would throw a dagger and the goose would be hers.

Sage grinned widely at the girl, more than happy to chow down on a goose. They really were nasty little creatures. Plus, they tasted good. So he could definitely eat one. Or two. Or even three. He thought that would probably be his limit before he threw up. But he wasn't sure he wanted to try and go that far. Whatever Quinn caught would be plenty. Humans didn't eat much, so whatever she had the time and energy to get was what he'd eat.

Quinn laughed at his expression. "I'm guessing you hate geese as much as I do?" She joked, turning her gaze to the river. Quinn stared at the calm waters for a second before looking back at Sage with a smile.

Sage wrinkled his nose slightly and hummed in agreement. "They're nasty little things," he huffed. "And when they bite you, they leave a good bruise for days," he groaned, shaking his head. "But they're delicious, so I don't mind a few of them hanging around, I suppose," he admitted with a chuckle.

Quinn snickered. "Oh... you're so slow they can actually bite you? Honey, haven't you ever heard of something called climbing? Or self defense? Or for that case... a dagger?" Quinn put on a motherly tone before dissolving into laughter. She had never got bitten by a goose... mostly because she was out of there or the goose was dead before it had a chance.