Sage sort of wrinkled his nose at elara, taking a note from Liz and using his hand to splash some water at the girl in response to her comment. "You don't have to point out how much of a sucker I am," he joked, attempting to keep a straight face and honestly rather failing.

Sage just rolled his eyes at her comment, shaking his head with a slight chuckle. "You definitely do not," he huffed in mock anger, lifting a now mostly clean Liz out of the water and shooing her off to dry up before attempting to scrub the stains off of his own skin.

Sage chuckled when Liz got wrapped up in the towel, watching her try to mess around with it and then dry off happily. "Right, now stay clean for a bit, yeah," he mused, scrubbing at the handprints shed left on his torso.

Sage groaned when Liz protested staying clean, throwing Elara a thankful look when she mentioned practicing writing. He knew he needed to set boundaries with Liz, as to what she could do and say, but he was terrified of being too harsh. Of becoming his own father. Needless to say, she got away with a lot.

Sage went back to scrubbing his own marks off once Elara went back inside with Liz, though he only succeeded so much, since it had dried on in some places and left marks he couldn't quite get off. He sighed, moving to check the clothes, which were still a bit damp, so he moved back into the cabin, peering over Liz's shoulder at her paper. "Looks good, hon," he mused, pressing a kiss to her head. Really he still couldn't read it, but Elara had taught him his letters at least, so there was that.