Quinn smiled, pleased that he did see the cunning side of her method. It may be a little.. rough, but it was painless- that was good, right? Definitely an upside. "Of course it feels better. It looks better, too." She flashed a smile. Her own long, wavy, black hair was tied up, which pretty much just let the back of her neck sunburn. It was bad either way.

After both babies were content, she turned to Sage with a nod. "Sounds good. What do you want? We just finished the beef, so I need to start on something new. We have some stored up pork." She mused, trailing off as she thought. After a moment, she turned her emerald gaze back to Sage, trying to pay attention to his answer.

Sage had given the girl a grin when she said she figured it would have felt better. Of course, when she added that it looked better, his grin turned more mischevious. "Oh, so that's what it was all about," he noted with amusement. "You just wanted me to have a specific hair cut," he teased her lightly. He didn't care what his hair looked like, and she knew that....so he could tease her about it. "Pork is fine," he noted when she mentioned the food, shruggin in compliance.

(Short I gotta run lol)

Quinn offered him a side look and a snort at his words. "Part of it." She answered lightly, chuckling quietly. "It does look way better, admit it." She huffed jokingly, then nodded at his choice of food. Of course pork was fine. Any meat was fine to him. It was like he was scared of making a decision or soemthing. Quinn grabbed the meat and walked outside, starting a fire swiftly. She got the meat cooking before grabbing some roots for her, setting them beside the fire. After everything was ready, she took the pork off, let the roots heat up slightly, and let the fire dwindle. "Food's ready." She called to Sage, walking inside and scooping up Caspian. She would much rather be with the calmer baby, although she loved them both equally.

Sage had chuckled and gave the girl a grin in response to her comment. 'well I'll have to take your word for it since I can't see my face," he chirped lightly, following her outside and helping set the fire up and get the food on the fire. Then he wandered back inside to watch the kids while she got the food ready. When she called him, he scooped up the kids and headed out, handing Quinn their son as he went. He moved to sit down by the fire and set frynn in between his legs in his lap, like he normally did, giving her room to mess around without falling off a cliff or something as he ate.

Quinn shook her head with amusement, making sure everything was a neat as she could get it before they ate. She then sat down beside the fire and proceeded to eat a couple roots- for the breakfast, she kind of preferred them, although she loved pork. Afterwards, she took both babies, giving Sage the freedom to go hunt a little. Feeding them and putting them back to sleep, she was immediately outside again, cleaning up everything. Then, she walked into the garden, hard at work. Always moving, always doing something. After a while of working in the sun, she was a bit sweaty and a little tired, but the plants were almost planted, so she continued. A couple seconds later, she heard a rustle in the bush. Assuming it was Sage, she didn't pay much attention, until no voice came and movement caught her eye. Glancing up, not worried yet, terror and anger spiked at her mind and heart as she recognized those cold, cruel eyes. Why had Jack come back here. The kids are inside. She thought frantically, jumping up and groping for her dagger. Her second of shock had put her behind, though, and she could tell she wasn't going to be fast enough. He grabbed the dagger out of her hand and pressed it to her throat, his eyes wild. "Ah, Quinn... remember me?" He hissed, pushing hard enough into her skin with the sharp dagger to send blood trickling down her neck. Quinn trembled with fear and rage, her jaw clenched. She whipped around in a desperate act to get out of his grasp, but pain exploded in her stomach as she did. A quick glance down confirmed he had stabbed her with the dagger. "Feel that pain, Quinn? You did the excact same thing to me when you left." He snarled. The world started swimming, and Quinn was panicked. The kids were inside, she didn't know if Sage was coming back soon, and she was getting dizzy. "Stay away from me." She croaked, though she was rather limp in his grasp, unable to do anything.

Sage had just helped set up for a while until Quinn had taken the kids and shooed him off to go hunt. He jogged off happily, more than ready to be back out in the woods, screwing around and such. He came across a couple rabbits and squirrels, and once he'd stashed those away he decided to track down the deer that were generally in the area, and see where they were at, as it had been a while since he'd been there to keep an eye on them. Maybe he could corral some of the younger ones and keep them with the cows and pigs and such. Eh, he'd rather hunt them down, he decided after a while. He'd found the herd in a couple of hours, and was crouching there watching them when the scent of blood hit his nose, and he whipped his head around, suddenly paying attention to the scent and the voices. He'd figured it was Quinn talking to the kids....but when he heard jacks voice rage flared in his eyes and he was off. He could smell blood, and he doubted it was the other man's. Though, when he crept through the trees to see him having stabbed Quinn, he abandoned his plan to have stayed quiet and lunged at him with a roar, sinking his claws into his back and ripping him away from his wife. He then released him and spun him around, landing a solid hit in the jaw, which caused the man to drop, out cold. Then he rushed to Quinn's side, moving to do what he could to lay her down and stop the bleeding. He hadn't killed Jack, not yet ....he wanted to scare him more before he killed him. Make him suffer. But right now, Quinn was more important and they needed to stop her bleeding. Which he could do, but he heasitated to sew her up without anything for the pain. "Where's the poppy seed," he asked hurriedly. "Or should I use something else,* he added, biting his lip. He wasn't very good at this. And he was terrified. Fuck, he was terrified. He couldn't loose her, not now. He'd just barely gotten her back. And the kids were still nursing.....if she died he didn't know what he'd do.

Quinn could faintly hear a roar of Fury, and Jack being ripped off of her, but the world was swimming at this point. She could feel wet, sticky, warm blood dripping down her side, and she could hear the babies crying after being woken up. "Frynn... Caspian.." she whispered hoarsely, her hands trembling with rage as she attempted to get up, but failed. Someone's arms wrapped around her, and although she had no super senses, she could tell immediately it was Sage. She went rather limp in his arms, just trying to stay awake. "Poppyseed .. and the other hebrs.. are next to the cabin.. in the little wooden box. In sorry I should've reacted faster... please make sure the kids are okay.." each word was a struggle, and pain was starting to really throb into her mind. Soon the world went black, and she went completely limp, her breathing growing more shallow and quieter. She couldn't leave now.. she needed Sage... needed the kids... but she couldn't even be afraid she wasn't going to wake up, as everything dulled into a gentle throb and nothing seemed real anymore.

Sage threw a wild glance towards the cabin when he heard the babies start crying, torn between them and Quinn and the herbs, and Jack who was still on the ground. Quinn was his main worry, especially once her eyes started to flutter shut. "Hey, hey, hey...stay with me Quinn, you hear," he yelped. "You'll be fine, just...just breathe." It was as much to himself as to her, as his own mind was spinning with panic, the scent of her blood blindingly strong. He could taste it, in the air....and he'll, he wanted to claw his own nose off and rip his tongue out. That wasn't realistic, of course, and once she went limp he hissed in panic, forgetting about the herbs and just working at closing her wound off. She was out cold, and wouldn't wake up until he could fix it up ...and she could get back to somewhat normal. It didn't take long for him to stitch her up...he'd had plenty of practice he supposed. Then he moved to scoop her up and put her on the bed, rinsing his hands off before settling the babies down, keeping an eye on Jack the whole time. When he heard Quinn start to stir, he was immediately curled up by her, a worried whine coming from his throat as he watched, waiting for her to wake up, desperately hoping she'd be alright.

The world slowly went from black to grey, and faint ringing noises came from all around her. Pain immediately flooded in, the first thing she could feel. Then blinding light and loud noises. A quiet groan of pain escaped her mouth as her eyes gently fluttered open. She realized she was inside, on the bed, and that Frynn and Caspian weren't crying any longer. The worried whine of Sage brought her attention to him. Although dizzy and bleary eyed, the faintest smile flickered across her face. "Are... the kids alright?" She asked in a whisper, her voice barely strong enough to be heard. Even talking seemed to make her more dizzy- she guessed it was from the blood loss. Slowly looking down at her side, she saw Sage had patched it up. Thankfulness washed over her- without him, she would've been dead. Long ago, actually. All he ever did was take care of her. A pang of sorrow and guilt added to her agony, but she decided to try and ignore it, instead focusing on Sage. "Is... J-Jack still here?" Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke that wretched name, her eyes closing for a moment. Quinn would surely never forget him.

Sage felt his shoulders relax slightly when the girl spoke. So she was ok enough to be aware of her surroundings and stuff. He chuckled softly and nodded when she asked if the kids were ok, though it quickly faded. "They weren't the ones who were stabbed," he murmured. His brows knotted slightly at the comment. Last time he'd seen Jack, the boy was seeming to get all cozy on the bed and best friends with Quinn. And now he'd stbbed her? Nearly killed her? It was all very confusing, and while he knew the guy was obviously not a friend, it did raise plenty of questions as to what had happened while they were apart. He wasn't going to ask that though, not here. Not now. "How are you feeling," he asked, handing her a glass of water and a few poppy seeds. He nodded in response to her next comment, glancing out the window, where the other man was still out cold. "he's still on the lawn," he noted. "When he wakes up I'll take him elsewhere and deal with him," he added carelessly. It really wouldn't take much to kill the guy...or scare the shit out of him. Which was honestly the plan. He wouldn't be quick about it, that was for sure. But he didn't need a corpse in their lawn, or the guy's blood. There was enough of that from where he'd initially grabbed him already....he didn't need it spurting everywhere.