Sage didn't fully believe her, but he didn't press. If she wanted to talk, she'd talk. If not ...well, that was her own business. He just settled in next to her, getting something small for Liz to eat while Elara worked at the meat. He did find his mind wandering though, to the times he'd been under a whip....it wasn't exactly something he liked to remember, but he couldn't shake it. The dull ache lingered on his back, despite the wounds having long since healed.

Sage noticed when she moved to get the towel, reaching over to help her wrap the finger up with a soft sigh. "Why don't you let me take care of this," he noted gently. She was clearly upset by this whole thing, but he wasn't really sure how to help. Or if she wanted his help....he was still a little tentative in getting too close to her, after all.

Sage hummed softly when she mentioned working herself up, nodding along as he worked. He understood that much. "That's easy to do," he mused after a moment or so, finishing the wrap after a moment. "I'll take care of the meal. Why don't you find something you enjoy? Try to relax a little bit," he suggested, moving back towards the kitchen.

Sage let out a soft breath when she moved outside, hoping she'd calm down soon. He kept an eye on her through the window as he cooked and got Liz settled with her plate, before bringing Elara a plate outside. She was busy throwing knives around, so after a moment of standing there he mused a "your form is good," so she knew he was there.

Sage hummed softly, letting her continue to throw the knives around as he stood there, not minding. If it helped her he wasn't going to tell her to stop. "I'll leave lunch by the tree....you can eat whenever you're done with that," he noted, moving to place it and a cup of water against some tree roots.