Mari rolled her eyes at him after a moment before moving to peck his lips. "You can't get a new one, but we can sure as hell fix the one you've got," she grinned happily to him. Going to grab him some water anyway. He put it down next to him after a moment before shrugging. "Just rest as much as you need. There's someone close by if you need anything, yeah," she chirped softly to him before patting his shoulder and wandering off to get a couple of things sorted.

Sage chuckled softly in response to her comment, grinning up at her happily. "Yeah, Id appreciate it if my body decided to help us fix it though," he noted with a sort of snort before nodding in response to her second one. "I can drag a chair over to the easels if I need to," he mused. "I should be alright for a while," he added lightly, nodding again when she patted his shoulder and moved off.

The woman grinned to him, though once she left her smile dropped a little. She wished he could just get better as much as he did. But it wasn't going to happen just because they wanted it to. His body had been though so much in such a short amount of time, and they couldn't change that. They could try and get him better, but it wouldn't always happen. She sighed softly before moving to tidy up a little before eventually flopping down on the couch, eventually just nodding off to sleep.

Sage had sighed once Mari left, staring out the windows dully for a few more minutes until he moved to pull the chair over near the table and easel he had set up. He got to work soon enough, drowning his emotions in the paint, as he often did. It did lift his spirits though, to finish three pieces that had been sitting there for a while, all of which would be sold for a decent amount. He sat back, taking a moment to chug the glass of water before diving into a new project, of the beach Mari and he had spent their time on. It was at dusk, and depicted the most perfect weather, Mari moving to spin in the wind, the folds of her dress swirlign around her beautifully, her feet dancing through the sand. It was dream material, really...but it had been real. And it had been absolutely lovely. This one would probably be a keeper....he'd give it to her for her birthday, he thought, since it was coming up within the next few days. And it wasn't like he could get out to buy anything. He finished it after a while, looking outside to see a sunset as he draped fabric over it to hide it, as he figured Mari would come get him for dinner or whatever. He realized he'd missed lunch, but shrugged it off and dove into another painting, similar to the one of mari, this one to sell.