The girl gave a soft chuckle before rolling onto her back again. "Yeah, he likes the whole near death thing you give off. Keeps him on his toes." Anya pursed her lips for a moment. "I brought some games for you and Lizzie to have a go at. Something to do until you can get out." She shrugged with an inward smile. She knew that they would both get impatient being locked up, and that they would need something more to do, but for now the games were all she could provide. "The doctor said he'd be back to drain your lungs properly, hopefully to get rid of this infection of yours... I don't know how he's gonna do it, but you'll feel better after." The girl turned her head with a small smile, "and I'll mean you get to meet your saviour." She squeaked with a teasing snicker.

Sage chuckled lightly at that. "Well I think I'd rather say you're my savior since you swept me up in your arms and carried me up here," he teased, a twinkle in his eyes. He shrugged. "I figure I can trust him to do his job properly if he's the castle physician." He glanced over at the games curiously. "We'll figure out how to play them. Don't you worry about us." He hadn't ever really played games, so he was pretty curious as to what they were like.

(School starts today so I won't be on as much DX)

(All good! I've got an extra two weeks off lol)

Anya gave a playful pout, "I'm pretty sure that Lizzie could have carried you here." Anya thought for a moment before her expressions dropped slightly, turning into a frown. It was terrifying when she had gotten to Sage, and she probably would have just stood there if it wasn't for his sister showing up. She had been so scared to take him to the castle, in fear that they would be ratted out and Sage would be left to suffer alone. She was glad that they were both here now though, where they would be kept warm and safe until they were well enough to get out again. "You had a whole bone sticking out your side when I carried you here... I had to put my little phobia of gore aside to get you here." She noted with a soft chuckle. "So I suppose I did play a little part in your rescue."

Sage chuckled. "Lizzie would have drug me," he pointed out. "I'm a bit tall for her to carry." He made a face when she mentioned his rib and sighed. "Yeah, that wasn't the easiest break to fix I would think," he muttered. "The doctor knows what he's doing." He sighed. "Staying conscious would have helped but noooo, dad had to go and break a whiskey bottle over my head and drag me from the tavern to the house," he complained sarcastically. He was more annoyed than anything...anger wouldn't really help him, since he could never seem to be able to actually fight back. He wished he could. He wanted to more than anything. But he couldn't, and he didn't know why.

Anya gave a quiet nod before sighing. "It caused him a few issues, I think. Probably wasn't helpful that we woke him up in the middle of the night." She grumbled with a soft chuckle. It wasn't exactly funny... it was probably quite concerning for the doctor, fixing up a stranger in the middle of the night. It brought on the question if Sage had ever been scared during this whole thing... or scared ever. He didn't seem like he was scared of dying. The only thing that looked like he had an ounce of worry for was Lizzie. He showed no fear in the tavern, or when she had first come into contact with their father. Anya tilted her head at him for a moment. He had to be fearful of something, surely. "Sage, what are you afraid of? Something, I assume."

Sage grinned and nodded. "Yeah, waking him probably didn't help the cause." He cocked his head slightly, thinking. "I don't know. I've never really had time to be scared of something. You do things or you die, bottom line." He bit at his bottom lip as he thought and shifted his weight so he was in his uninjured side, facing Anya and put his head in his hands. "I guess ... Trust. Love." He lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "People can be taken away. I guess ... Trusting someone, or living them, and then having them taken away or turn on me somehow...I don't know how I would handle that. I can handle getting lunch or stabbed, but feelings? Those scare me," he admitted softly. He chuckled sheepishly. "I know it probably sounds crazy. The weirdo street rat who can be bleeding out and stitch himself up is afraid of his own feelings other than anger or mistrust." He shook his head slightly, thinking about it. He hated that part of him...it seemed so dumb. He was practically afraid of himself. Shutting himself down, pushing people away, that was what he knew. Anything else...it terrified him, more than he could ever express in words.

Anya shifted onto her side an used her elbow to prop herself up so that she was half sat up as Sage spoke. She wasn't sure what she expected him to say... maybe something about his father, or the future or something like that. She certainly didn't expect something about his feelings to come out. At some point, Anya had almost dissed the idea of Sage having those sorts of feelings at all. She had only ever seen him either angry, annoyed or with Lizzie, whom he seemed like he would give his life for in a heart beat. Because of that, Anya had almost dehumanised him. Of course, she was trying her best to look after the boy, and she cared for him, but she had only imagined Sage feeling either anger or hate. She assumed that was why he was scared of anything else... because the only person who had really cared about him was his little sister. All Anya could do was pity him for it. She wanted to scoop the boy into a hug again, but refrained. The girl blinked hard a few times before finally thinking of something to say. "Sage, you've had it rough. You have every right to be worried about having your feelings hurt." She gave a small smile. "And you're not a weirdo street rat. I just didn't really expect you to be so... I dunno, mushy." She noted with a soft smile, to let him know she was only teasing.

Sage felt the corner of his mouth turn upwards in a soft smile and he chuckled lightly. "I wouldn't expect that to come out of my mouth either. I didn't think it would until it did," he admitted. "Again with the trust issues." He looked over at Anya and cocked his head curiously. "What about you? You're at the opposite end of the spectrum from me." He gave her a mischievous grin. "Other than blood and gore, I already know that one," he giggled. She didn't have to answer the question, it was a hard, deep one, he knew that. But he did feel better about it after admitting it to someone. If Anya was horribly afraid of something maybe it could help her too. Just because she wasn't out there fighting for her life every day didn't mean she had it all easy. After all, even a princess was afraid of something. It could small, or big like an assassination attempt. But he was curious to know what it was. Maybe he could understand the girl a bit more.

Anya chuckled slightly before putting on a thoughtful pout. "Well, other than blood and gore, I have a phobia of water... but you already know that." The girl paused for a moment. There was so much she was afraid of. It was almost hard to pin just a select few. "I'm suppose I'm scared that I'm not going to be a good leader. That I'm going to have a whole kingdom turn on me. Of course, I'll have Luther by my side, but I don't think he'll make matters any better," She shrugged for a moment before taking a shallow breath. "I don't want to let me parents down. They've worked hard to leave me with a safe kingdom. I don't want to ruin that." Anya glanced away for moment. "And I'm worried that I won't be able to trust people the way I do now. My guards, maids, cooks, and servants... what if I cant put my faith in them any more? What if they try and hurt me... or even kill me? I don't want to live like that." She wrinkled her nose for a moment. Over the years, Anya had been so sheltered... her parents had tried to shield her from what went on in the kingdom, and sometimes from what happened in the castle. She remembered once, when she was young, that her father had fallen deathly sick. She had been told that he had caught an illness, but she had been told years later that one of the cooks had spiked his food with fox glove. It was very possible that it could happen to her. The girl glanced back up at him, a small smile creeping onto her face, "I'm also terrified of ladybugs." She noted with a soft chuckle.

Sage raised an eyebrow slowly. "Ladybugs," he repeated. "You live in a world with way more dangerous animals and people that your worried about, and you don't like ladybugs," he teased lightly. Then he shrugged. "It makes sense about what you said though. It's hard to trust people you barely know. Or, on the opposite side, you do know and don't trust." He looked over at her, more serious now. "But knowing self defense will help in that sense. And knowing what certain plants look and smell like could too. You've got plenty of time to learn those things," he pointed out. He could help her be more comfortable with those fears. No one could help with his, he was stuck with those. That brought a small thought to his head and he chuckled. "Although I guess we both have a kinda silly fear. You with ladybugs and me with small spaces. I can't stand those." He cocked his head slightly, looking over at her. "From what I've seen, you'll make a good queen," he told her, his gaze steady. "You want to help people, and you aren't going to avoid war if that's what needs to happen. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for."