Sage had worked at just chatting with the rest of the family, helping them get ready to head out once they decided that it was time to head home. Mari had come down as they were heading out, and after bwhirkwind of goodbye hugs and kisses, the house was quiet. Maris comment caught him a bit off guard when she spoke, and he sort of just stared at her for a moment before sighing and moving towards her, plopping down on the couch with her. "I'm ok," he noted softly. He'd gotten plenty of bruises and cuts, but nothing super serious. One of the men had landed a hit on his back, across his left shoulder blade, and he'd used a mirror to put in a few stitches ..but it wasn't bad. He was ok. And it wasn't really a concern....not with everything else happening.

Mari nodded softly when he said he was okay, her eyes gentle for a moment. She wouldn't have forgiven herself if he'd somehow hurt himself while protecting them - especially when she could have helped. Sure, she was making sure the kids were okay, but Sage had needed help getting those... people out their house. The kids had been down - scared but fine. What was she even worrying about? "You're okay?" she repeated, the little comment less than what she was looking for. Maybe she was looking for something more enthusiastic as a reply, just... not that.

Sages features softened slightly and he moved to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'm not going to claim in perfectly fine," he noted softly. "Physically or mentally." He shook his head. "But it's just a few bruises and nicks. I put a few stitches in one as a precaution, in case I'd need to be ready for more. But that was it, and I'm ok," he added softly, figuring she'd figure out the extent of damage he's done on himself during the fight sooner or later. "They weren't trained fighters ...they were just here to cause chaos. the only thing close to a weapon they had was a glass shard from somewhere." He did frown though, sighing. "I'm used to chaos. But this is.... different," he noted quietly. He was supposed to be strong, to support Mari. He knew she was struggling with it all. But he wasn't sure what was going to happen. And he was scared, more than anything, that his family would be torn apart. It had almost happened twice now, and he didn't think he could live through something like that again. Especially not permanently

(Might be interesting if sage is the one who's taken this time lol, idk)

Mari's eyes closed when he leaned in to kiss her forehead, although something about it didn't bring her the comfort she was looking for. What did he mean? Physically or mentally? What was wrong, and why hadn't he said anything? the same reason she hadn't, she supposed, but she didn't want him hiding things from her. Her shoulders dropped slightly when he said he 'just put stitches in one,' though. "Why didn't you say anything?" she asked in something of a whisper. She felt awful. He'd been hurt, and he hadn't felt like he could say something... she tried to be calming to everyone, but clearly she was failing with her own husband there. She sighed and patted the seat next to her, leaning in to rest her head lightly on his shoulder. She nodded in agreement. "It's not how i remember it before i went in the castle," she breathed, looking up at him curiously. "What's so different about it, though?" she breathed, almost to herself.

Sage let out a soft breath, shaking his head as he settled down next to her. "It wasn't that bad, and you were already scared enough. And we had work to do, and I didn't prioritize it." He still wasn't prioritizing himself...and honestly the only meal he'd had was the ones Mari prepared and ushered him in for. He needed to make money, replace things around the house, and keep it all together. He didn't have time to worry about himself. Though, at her comment, he bit his lip, shaking his head. "Street fighter are brutal...quick. they would have snuck in and taken me out, taken you, and sold the kids off," he noted bluntly. "It would have been efficient, quick and quiet, and they would have had weapons meant for the job." Maybe it was a bit crude....and he would have fought best he could, but he was aware of what groups from the street could do. "These guys weren't anything like that," he noted. "I don't....I'm not sure where they came from, but they weren't from around here."