Sage had sort of sighed in response to her comment, offering her a small smile. "me too, but it's not much use complaining about it," he admitted quietly, since talking too loud just hurt his head more. He had to admit he was quite relieved when he noticed the gold cart, and by the time they'd gotten to the cell, he pretty much just collapsed onto the bedding that had been set up.

It really was thoughtful of her....the entire floor was covered with padding, as was done of the walls, like she'd have known he'd thrash about and potentially harm himself. And there were blankets and pillows and ...it was like some kind of fun fort to play in, if he wasn't currently dying a little bit. "Here I was, expecting some kind of dark, cold cell," he half joked, sort of just flopping over so his head was in her lap, curling up in an attempt to escape whatever pain he could for now.

Of course, it wasn't long after that when the moon started to rise and he felt himself begining to morph. He stiffened all of a sudden and moved to fumble with his clothes removing them so as not to just rip them apart, and wrapping himself in the blanket so he wouldn't freeze before the fur came. then he lay back down with his head on her lap again, doing his best not to cry out as his body tore itself apart and then reformed. He didn't get very far, though, since once bones started snapping and muscles started tearing and reforming harshly, he was pretty well out of his mind and could no longer hold back his yells. He couldn't hold his blood back either, so he knew the sheets would have to be replaced every month, as he lost...a lot of blood in the process of morphing.

He'd grabbed onto Celeste's arm a while back, and while he'd had to remove his grip so he wouldn't accidentally break her arm, she was still holding his head, despite the sweat that soon enough soaked through his hair and was dripping onto her clothes. It did help, just having her there....it sort of grounded him a bit. Kept the panic at least somewhat manageable as his body jerked about.

Once things got started, it was only a few hours of the real heavy stuff. Things started off slow and then got a bit quicker as the changes moved up his body. Starting with his feet, then legs, and then once his pelvis was shattered and reformed things moved quicker as his torso morphed. The pelvis and chest were the worst part, since there were so many nerves and organs there that were also getting changed. The scariest part though, was his neck, because there was a small bit of time where he could potentially actually die morphing. Where he couldn't react or do anything. Because once the morphing reached his neck, it sort of just...snapped suddenly, and he'd go limp. In all aspects, he looked dead, blood spraying his head and face and eyes open but staring at nothing. It was like that for a few long seconds, every time, until his face and neck changed into their more dog like form. Er ...wolf like, he supposed. Monster like? He really wasn't sure. Either way, he hated that part. Feeling everything and not being able to move or cry out or... anything.

Things settled down for a bit once he was fully morphed though, and he went limp in Celeste's lap before blinking his now very canine eyes open and thumping his tail tiredly, sort of just letting her know he was ok. Well, as ok as he could be at that moment.

It was startling to see how big he really got.. his head was now about as big as her entire body, which was a bit of a shock to him if he was being completely honest. He took up most of the room in the concrete building, but sort of moved to rise to his feet with a grunt anyway. He was ok in his wolf form...once he changed back he'd hurt for a few days, but for now he wanted to explore the room now that he had a chance. He sort of just sniffed around, staying on all fours due to the lack of space for now. He did raise himself on his hind legs after a bit, to stick his nose out the small bar in the door, catching the fresh air, rather interested in all he could smell. Then he dropped back to all fours and blinked over at Celeste, wondering what she thought about it all. He supposed it wasn't everyday she saw her boyfriend turn into a giant, scary, black wolf like man creature thing.

Sages ears flicked forward towards Celeste when she spoke up, and he sort of blinked at her, cocking his head slightly, nose still going. "I can talk in your head," he mused lightly in response to her comment. He wasn't sure how he knew that...maybe it was just instinct, he wasn't sure. Either way, it worked. "and I'm alright for now. It's once I'm back human I'll be sore for a while," he explained, sort of casting a glance at the door. He wasn't sure if he wanted out or not. Well....it would be nice to run about a bit, within a reasonable distance of the shed for when he had to morph back. But he wasn't sure if it was a wise idea or not. What if he did get too far away and couldn't get back in time? What if he hurt someone? He wasn't sure he trusted himself. So he sort of just moved to wander back over to where he could lay down with his nose resting in his girlfriends lap, a soft puppy like huff coming from his nose.

Really, he still had quite a few puppy characteristics...at least from what he could tell. It made sense though ....he wasn't fully matured in his human state either. Not like he was a kid still but he certainly wasn't a middle aged man or anything. And werewolves aged slower than people...he'd live longer than the average person, though not by too much. But even so, he definitely wasn't completely adult looking yet. And ..he still liked to play. No matter what form he was in. For now though, he didn't mind just laying in the cushions and letting Celeste pet him, either.

Sage couldn't grin at the girl, since he was...well...a wolf, but the beating of his tail moving back and forth and hitting the (thankfully padded) walls of the little room was pretty noticeable when she kissed his nose.

His eyes followed her as she moved, somewhat lazily, and sort of hummed in response to her question, leaning into her nails happily when he felt them on his head, tail beating faster on its own accord. "it's great," he chirped, sort of just relaxing in the small span that he was comfortable. "I can't wait to start filling it up," he added after a moment, thinking about the litters that would soon be running about the place.

Sage sort of cocked his head in thought, amused at the thought of 24 kids running around wildly. It would be a lot of work....on both ends. Heck, it would be a lot of names and birthdays and such to remember. But he would be up for it. "we might be able to," he mused, tone laced with amusement. It would take a while, but they could definitely rack up the kids.

He was panting happily while they talked, though after a while the pants turned more pained as his body prepared itself to start changing back. He got restless then, shifting around and such in discomfort, until he was hurting enough he just had to lay still. Things quickened after that, and the earlier hours of the nights repeated themselves, just....in reverse. Eventually though, as the sun came up, he just went limp on the floor, having finished this months almost dying stuff, breath rattling in his throat. He was freezing, as the night and being soaking with sweat didn't really mix well, but he just couldn't force himself to move yet. He had Celeste there, and the blanket, so it was better than if he was alone in the woods at least.