Sage had enough energy in him to throw his daughter an amused look before blacking out again. It was maybe an hour after that though when he woke again, this time because of a coughing fit. He wound up having to sit up in order to fix it, chest aching by the time he'd finished.

He sort of waved the girl off, not wanting to worry her. "Fine," he noted, taking a deep breath, though that set him off again, and it was a good thirty seconds or longer before his body stopped shaking. His chest hurt by them, of course, and he used his shirt to wipe the beads of sweat off his face with a groan of annoyance

Normally, sage would have insisted he was alright, or at least that he could wipe his own face off. Now, however, he felt crappy enough he welcomed the cool touch of the cloth on his skin, as well as the salve she handed over. "Thanks," he sighed, still rather annoyed by it all.

Sage sort of shook his head slightly, flopping back against the headboard. "You saved me out of my own living he," he pointed out. "We're even," he added, closing his eyes tiredly. He did note her glance though, and knew she did need to hunt. But he didn't want to get Liz sick either. Their choices weren't great.

Sage didn't last too long before coughing again, though this time he glanced over at elara with a sort of grimace. "If I keep doing this I'll throw up...can you drag the trash can over here," he sort of sighed, not moving from where he was hunched over on the bed.