Sage offered Jora a small smile when she squeezed his hand, squeezing her hand back happily. He supposed he was just ..not wanting to mess anything up. He'd never been in a relationship like this before, and he didn't know what her history was with romance. He didn't want to overstep....he knew he didn't want certain things, so it might be the same for her. But holding hands wasnt much, he supposed, especially since they'd kissed. A light blush formed on his face as he thought about it. She'd definitely enjoyed teasing him....and he certainly hadn't completely minded it. He'd never admit it of course, but still.

He nodded when she said she'd get water, giving her a thankful glance and then taking the bottle from her when she came back with it. Gathering a couple bottles was probably a good idea...they'd both need it, and it was evident no one else was going to check in on them. They didn't care. It stung a bit, but he supposed he'd get over it eventually. At least he wasn't alone any more. Not entirely.

He did want to sit up to drink though, so he sort of reached an arm out, silently asking for her help. He didn't want to strain any of his abdominal muscles that had been wounded. But it had been a few days. And he also knew that to prevent too much scar tissue, he'd have to start moving soon, at least a little bit. So sitting up to get a drink was a good start, at the very least. But he would need some help.

Jora could see the subtle way Sage reached out for help, his gaze quietly asking her to assist him in sitting up. She’d noticed how much he hesitated, clearly not wanting to overburden her, but she was glad to be there for him. It didn’t bother her at all. In fact, it made her feel a little more... grounded, to be able to help him, especially after everything they’d both been through.

She could tell he was still struggling with the pain from his side, the kind of pain that lingered even days after the worst of it. His body wasn’t quite ready to move the way he wanted, and she understood that. The idea of pushing too hard and making things worse probably terrified him, but she knew this was a small step. Helping him sit up wasn’t a big deal, but it was important. He’d need to keep moving, keep pushing himself, even just a little bit.

With a gentle but steady hand, she helped him sit up, careful not to jar his injured side. She could feel his tension, but also the silent trust in the way he let her guide him. There was something comforting in that—knowing that despite all the chaos around them, they weren’t entirely alone. They had each other. And for now, that was enough.

Admittedly, Sage didn't really want to move. Well....he did, he just didn't want it to hurt so much. It did startle him a bit how ahrd even just sitting up was, despite the fact that Jora was probably doing three quarters of the work. Even the first movement pulled a grunt of pain from somewhere deep inside his chest, and he sunk back for a moment, rather surprised by it all. And then annoyed.

He started again, this time a little more carefully. A bit slower, using his other arm to push himself up a bit more. Even then, he had to grit his teeth together to stop from making a noise, which absolutely infuriated him. Damn, maybe the crew was rigth to get a different Captain. He wasn't sure he'd ever heal. Go back to normal. What if the scar tissue screwed up any abdominal strength he had? That was important for sailing, rowing, doing any sort of fighting. He needed it.

By the time he sat up, he was leaning heavily against the girl next to him, panting and visibly sweaety. Probably a little pale. Well, at least he was up. For now. He moved to grab the water, sipping at it a little bit before setting it aside, not wanting to drink too much all at once and make things worse. "Do we want to change bandages while I'm up," he asked after a moment, figuring it would be better to not have to do this more than once. At least, not yet.

Sage glanced over at the girl when she spoke up, nodding in response to her comment, a look of determined concentration coming over his face as he attempted to scoot over to where he could sort of lean against the headboard and mostly hold hismelf up. He didn't pull away from her though....he appreciated her too much. Plus, he liked knowing she was there supporting him, even if he was msotly just leaning against the bed.

When she pushed the water back at him, he heasitated before taking it again, continuing to sip at it while she moved to grab the bandages and stuff, setting it off to the side again once he'd gone through about half the water bottle. he could finish it later. He did wonder what would happen once he needed to take a piss, but that was an issue for later.

"I know," he noted, moving to work at getting his shirt off. He couldn't help but wonder what she thought it him, but then chided himself, knowing it was a stupid thing to think about. She was bandaging him up, not eyeballing his body.

Sage felt himself relax a little bit as Jora just moved to grab the medical supplies. He noted her glance at the water, sensing that she wanted him to drink more, but he hadn't had anything in a while and he doubted throwing up would help his abdominal muscles heal at all. In fact, if he did that it would probably not only open stitches and all that back up, but he might actually pass out and like choke on his own puke or something....which didn't seem very nice.

He offered her a sheepish smile when she picked up on his nervousness about taking the shirt off. He didn't mean to have those thoughts...he did trust her....and he knew she'd never force herself on him, or scare him, or even make him uncomfortable. But even so, hearing her say it soothed his nerves a little bit. "I know," he sighed after a moment, moving to fiddle with the bandages on him, and unwrapping them best he could before he just gave up with a sigh and let Jora take over and do her thing.

He did peer down at the wound, examining every inch of it with a scuntious gaze. It was healing well....he could tell how bad it was, especially if it still looked like this after almost five days. By then she'd started to wrap him back up though, so he just focused on letting her do that and then toss his shirt back on him.

He pretty well just flopped over by then, too tired to really hold himself up and work at sitting down properly. It hurt like hell, but sitting down would hurt just as bad, and it wasn't like he'd landed on his injury or anything, so he'd be fine.

Sage was honestly just glad Jora was there to make sure he didn't die or something, becasue if his own medical care was up to him, he'd have been dead a long time ago. He wasn't even considering the fact that he'd have passed out from the initial injury and just never woken back up....he was just counting the fact that he wouldn't have been able to get food or water, or go to the bathroom, or change bandages. In all honesty, he half wished he had just never woken up. It wouldn't have been a bad way to go, not at all. But he was glad to have the time he did with Jora...and that may never have happened if he hadn't gotten hurt and landed down here. So....maybe he couldn't complain too much.

Her words did soothe his nerves a little bit, but by the time she'd finished up and he'd collapsed, he didn't even have the strength to argue with her about the water. He just reached a tired, shaky hand out to grab it, taking a few more drinks before handing it back to her, letting his arm drop, and pretty promptly passing out.

He was just....exhasuted he supposed. It was a little scary, thinking how much even a simple action, and two minutes worth of leaning up against a headboard and/or jora had wrecked his body. Everything hurt, and even in his sleep he was sweaty and just rather uncomfortable. He made a mental note to figure out a way to put together a better health area, with better (or more) painkillers, and...whatever else they might need. That was...if he still had a boat and a crew to care for. Which he doubted he still had.