Sage just squeezed her hand, watching her face closely. He could tell she was having a rough time of it....and he supposed he understood it fairly well since she'd disappeared for a while before. At least he'd known what had happened and had the sense of closure, in a way. He'd just.... disappeared out of nowhere. "You look like shit," he noted with a slight twinge of amusement to his voice. Though, when she asked if he remembered anything, something dark flickered over his gaze as he frowned with a tense nod. "More than I was hoping to getting banged on the head so much," he noted softly. How was he supposed to tell her about the woman? He hadn't had any way of fighting her but still. "I think....I think they were some sort of slave traders company or something," he murmured softly, brightening up again a bit when she asked if she could run him a bath. "I'll do my best," he noted with a soft chuckle, honestly just glad to be back with her.

Mari tried a little smile when he squeezed her hand, but the truth of it was that it didn't make her feel much better. The last few days had been tough on everyone. Of course, the kids didn't know about what had happened, or even that their father had been missing really... and she didn't want them to know. She wanted them to feel safe in their house, and the only way that would ever happen is by keeping the scary stuff away from them. Her eyes fell on his chest after a little while. Jesus, what was he thinking? Jumping infront of a bullet like he wasn't already on the verge of death. If it had gone just a little deeper, he'd really be gone. This man had evaded death like no one else she'd ever known. She glanced up when he spoke, though, and just scoffed. "Yeah... maybe I should have dressed up nice for you. Love you too by the way," she mused softly. She probably looked like shit, but he almost definitely looked worse. He didn't need to know that, though. Her brows pinched together when she saw his jaw tick, and shook her head softly. "Then you know how bad it is. You're gonna feel it later," she breathed. She didn't really know what happened... but she did know he'd been whipped, she knew he'd been beaten, tied to a Yoke and shot. That was enough to hurt anyone. Her eyes widened at his next comment. "Slave traders? Are you not a bit... old for them?" She asked curiously. They normally went for children or teens... she couldn't believe they'd break into their house for Sage, especially when there were two young children in there. It was weird. Of course, she was more than happy they hadn't touched the kids, but this whole thing didn't have to happen. "You should have seen the ship they were running. They did look like slave traders but... Sage this is barbaric," she murmured quietly. She looked him over again before letting go of his hand and sneaking a quick kiss to his lips. "I'll be back," she hummed, going to run a warm bath for him before wandering back to the ward. "You have to do your best not to collapse on me," she warned.

Sage felt the corner of his mouth twitch into a sort of amused, alibet tired, smile at her retort about dressing up nice. Of course, when she mentioned he'd feel it later he wrinkled his nose with a nod. In all honesty, he'd sort of figured he'd have died. Getting shot in the chest...well, he was lucky the doctor was so good at his job and it hadn't gone all the way through his body or anything. "I know," he grumbled. "I try not to think about it," he added with a shrug, then quickly stilled when the pain remonded him he was, in fact, hurt up there. He scowled when she mentioned him being too old for slave traders, biting his lip nervously. "They've always gone for kids ...while I was there there were a lot of younger adults. Maybe they figured it was time to branch out," he noted. "And....there are certain jobs people would want adults for, not kids or young teenagers," he added carefully, trying to hint at the nature of their things. "Those of us who didn't cooperate in...that manner got booted to field work i guess, given the yoke," he snorted, nodding when she called it barbaric. "Taking kids is barbaric too. They just didn't have anyone to go looking for them," he noted softly. Though he kissed her back as she wandered off, nodding and waving her concern off as he tried to get out of the bed. "I'll be fine, I just need to wash up a bit," he grumbled, knowing he'd need her help to do a lot of things. Get undressed, get bandages off, anything involving his hair....she may very well need to help wash his back and shoulders off so he didn't hurt himself even more. He wasn't sure yet.