Anya gave a small giggle to the boy before shaking her head. "Germs have no place in the castle... and neither does dirt!" The girl hummed before standing up and putting the box on the side table. "Why don't you go put this on? I'll mark it up and then you can do your sewing. Just make sure the stitches can come undone so it'll fit if you need it later on," she murmured quietly... there wasn't anything else that needed doing. She could relax, or do whatever she wanted. For some reason, she wanted to spend a bit of time trying to make herself like Sage. To want to be his friend. She could be civil with him, but she was struggling to actually feel comfortable... or in other words safe around him.

Sage chuckled and rolled his eyes, though in a friendly manner before grabbing the box and standing up with a grunt. "If I don't have anything better to do," he joked, knowing he had nothing to do, at all, so he could stand this, he supposed. He padded off into the bedroom, slipping his old shirt of and buttoning the fancy one onto his torso. It was a bit big, but nothing too major...he'd filled out over the past week, and was no longer as skinny as he was then. It did look good....though a fresh scar shone across his chest where the v neck dipped down past his collar bone. He turned and walked out back towards Anya with a grin and chuckled. "But big, but better than I thought," he hummed, looking over at the girl.

Anya kind of waved Sage off with a bit of a smile before sitting and waiting for the boy to come back... she wasn't expecting much... maybe for the suit to be a bit baggy, but nothing unfixable. Though, when the boy came back through, it did look like it'd fit pretty well. The chest on it was a bit baggy, but that was just because he was more muscled when he'd gotten it fitted. "Yeah, it looks good!" The girl flashed him a smile before wandering over and pulling the shoulders on it up a little and putting pins in each side, where Sage would need to sew. She found herself wishing he'd stayed just that bit longer... that she'd gotten to see him in it when he was still, well, healthy. When she still loved him enough to get excited about it. Then again... this wasn't the same person. They looked the same and sounded the same, but this boy was so different from the one she'd known so long ago. When the girl went to pin the chest on the top of the outfit, she found her gaze fell on a rather... fresh-looking scar. "How'd you get that?" The girl asked absentmindedly as she pulled the bottom of the v-neck in a little and put another pin through there.

(I'm not gonna be on too much, out competing this weekend lmao)

(lol no worries. Good luck!)

Sage tried to stay still while the girl bustled around him, pinning the shirt together and doing whatever else she felt the need to do. He sort of just zoned out while she worked, not really noticing what she was doing after a while. Though, when she spoke to him he blinked and looked over at the girl, processing what she'd said before wrinkling his nose slightly and humming in thought. "I think that was when dad lashed out with a wine bottle. Either that or it was a knife." He actually didn't know which one it was ...though you could see the difference, so he sort of craned his head downwards to look at the scar. He hummed in thought again and then nodded. "It was a bottle," he settled in, nodding slightly. "The knife one I'm thinking of is lower. Though, I can't tell if the bottle was clay or glass from here," he muttered, cocking his head as he tried to remember, then decided he didn't want to remember and shrugged slightly.

Anya wrinkled her nose at the idea of Sage's father doing the likes of that to him... Sage was an adult. He didn't need his father treating him like that. "Poor boy," she huffed before patting his chest once she was done. "It shouldn't matter if it was glass or clay, it shouldn't have been happening," she told him with a bit of a huff before pulling the shirt forwards so it sat properly on him. She then turned him around so that he was looking at himself in a long mirror in the corner of his makeshift room. She gave him a bit of a grin as she poked her head over his shoulder. "All done," she chirped brightly. "You look good, don't you think?" She asked lightly.

Sage snorted and shrugged at Anyas first comment. Maybe it shouldn't have been happening, but it did happen, and there wasn't really anything he could do about it besides try to please the old man. He cocked his head when Anya turned him around and out his hands on his hips with a chuckle, glancing over at the girl. "I look like I should be royalty except for the hair," he hummed. "I think it looks slightly rediculous but not as rediculous as some other tunics I've seen in these walls," he giggled. "I'll sew it up tonight," he assured the girl.

Anya gave a small smile to the boy and a bit of a nod. "Yep. So fix the hair!" The girl told him with a small chuckle. Really, she didn't care too much about the hair... it was whatever he was happy with. And she did think he looked good. She knew he might feel a bit silly in it, everyone felt at least a little bit silly in their gowns if they were to be really honest. "Noo... you look good! Like a prince that got stuck in a ditch," she joked lightly before shaking her head a little in amusement.

Sage chuckled and shrugged. "You might get me to trim the ends up," he hummed. "You lucky girl you," he teased her, nudging her slightly. Then he snickered and shook his head. "How do you know what that looks like? Has Luther had an incident involving a ditch? If not, I suggest making something like that happen because it's quite funny to watch people in overly fancy clothes have to push their carriage out of a ditch," he giggled, a sort of devilish mischief glittering in his eyes.

Anya hummed in thought before an amused smirk crossed her face. "Yeah. Once, when we were little. The silly boy managed to get himself thrown off his horse and into a river. Luther wasn't impressed," she told him with a bit of a laugh as she thought back on the memory. They'd definitely gotten themselves into a bit of trouble when they were younger... but that just made for even more fond memories. One day, she'd be stuck up in the castle and only get to leave when she had some sort of formal to go to... so it was nice to have memories that brought her a smile rather than a life of the same thing every day.

Sage chuckled at the thought of Luther landing in a muddy river. He'd seen the boy get thrown, but it was funby to get thrown in a river too. "Sounds like a fun day," he hummed. "Sounds like hes never been great with the horses," he chuckled slightly, remembering their own little ride a few years back.