Sage sort of just played with Lizzie best he could to try and keep her entertained while Celeste got dressed. He kissed her back once she'd came over and spoke up. He chuckled softly, handing the baby to her and then nodding. "Don't worry, this happens every month. I can manage not to die in the shower," he promised, a hint of amusement to his voice.

He looked over to the bathroom then, just letting the arm water soothe his achy muscles and such, as well as wash the sweat and and remaining blood off his body. When Celeste poked her head in her sort of grunted with a tired shrug. "still alive if that's what you mean," he joked though. He did appreciate her help...he just didn't want her to overwork herself either.

Sage sort of nodded in response to Celeste saying the toast was there for him when he was done. "thanks babe," he mused lightly, relaxing for a few more minutes after she'd left before starting the process of getting out, drying off, and getting dressed. It took him a while, but he got there eventually.

Once that was done he limped over to the table where she'd set the food up and plopped down in the chair with a sigh. He wouldn't want to eat on the bed and get crumbs everywhere.....that would just be uncomfortable for both of them. So he nibbled at the toast, getting through maybe half of it before his stomach decided it didn't like it and he set it down with a sigh.

Sage had zoned out in an attempt to, you know, not throw up on the floor. It was hardwood where he was at thankfully, but still.

When Celeste came in he sort of blinked back into reality and made a face. "my body just hates me," he grumbled. "You might have to find a bowl or bucket or something, cuz there's no way I'm making it to the bathroom in time if I throw up," he added, figuring it looked pretty obvious he'd most likely throw up. And soon.

Sage gave her a thankful nod when she grabbed the bucket, sort of taking a few shallow breaths in an attempt not to throw up everywhere. That wouldn't help anyone. When she got back with the bucket and mentioned moving, he cast her a doubtful look. "I don't know if that's smart," he noted after a moment, but she insisted, so he sighed and let her help him. They got maybe halfway to the bed before he halted, half reaching for the bucket. She moved to put a hand on his face, concerned, and while he appreciated it, he still needed the bucket. He moved to step to the side to grab it, but the movement caused everything to just....come back up. Onto both of them. He cursed after he'd stopped gagging stuff up, giving her a definitely embarrassed look. "Sorry," he noted, eyeing the soaked outfits of them both, face red.

Sage sort of just groaned in response to her comment, still quite embarrassed about the whole thing. He murmured another apology, letting her lead him into the bathroom and sitting down heavily once he got the chance. He shook his head in response to her comment, letting out an unamused chuckle. "not unless I eat something more," he noted with a sigh, moving to turn the water on and tug the faucet head towards them. They'd have to wash off probably. "Come here, let me get that out of your hair at least," he added, figuring that would be the worst of it. They could change clothes. Luckily, it wasn't that much vomit....just half the toast. But still.