(lol, you're all good! It would definitely be interesting I think. If need be we can always have you step in as whoever took him if mari feels too boring for a bit, idc)

Sage hummed softly, nodding, though he wasn't sure whether he believed her or not. Part of him did, part of him didn't. It was confusing. "I wish I didn't have to," he murmured softly. Not that he didn't enjoy taking care of his family, but he wished that they'd just be safe. That there was no danger to them he needed to fight against. Though, at her next comment a small smile twitched the corner of his lip upwards. "If I got really hurt I'd have told you," he noted. "I just....sort of forgot about it for a while," he added, in a sort of quiet apology. Then, "it's on my left shoulder blade." He didn't care if she wanted to see it or not, but telling her where it was at reminded her he did trust her. He wanted her there. He appreciated her care.

(Sounds good!)

Mari let out a soft breath, and sort of turned her her to press her lips into his hair in a comforting soft of kiss. She wished he didn't have to either. She wanted nothing more than to keep them all safe and happy. "Yeah, I know," she whispered, giving him a soft squeeze. "But, it's better than it used to be... we used to worry about so much all the time. I know this was scary... but when's the last time you had to do that?" she asked softly. She wished he didn't have to fight... didn't have to be in danger, but she was glad he was safe. For the most part. She gave him a small smile when he told her where it was, and sat up a little. "How on earth did you manage to stitch up your own shoulder blade?" She asked with a small chuckle, gesturing for him to turn around.

Sage hummed softly in thought when she spoke up again, nodding along. "I suppose it has been a while," he admitted. Movement caught his eye though, and he shifted his gaze to what he saw, frowning slightly when he noticed blood seeping out from under the wall. Then he blinked, and it was gone. Things like that had been happening again, here and there, ever since there has been real blood in the house. It made him nervous. Though, when Mari spoke up again he wrinkled his nose as he shifted. "Practice, I suppose," he noted with a grimace. "And a good mirror."

Mari nodded gently, her gaze following his to the wall before looking back to him. It was bound to happen at some point... but he'd one a good job of looking after them all. "It has to have been a good few years since you've been in a proper fight, hm?" she hummed, offering a smile. "You've still got it, old man," she mused lightly. She watched him shift and sort of moved herself behind him, peaking under his shirt to see a rather gnarly looking wound. Her nose wrinkled slightly, and she let out a slow breath. He'd said it wasn't bad, but really anything that needed stitching was bad. "You must have had a great mirror to reach that at all," she murmured, sort of wandering off to find a cotton pad and some antiseptic cream to put on it.

Sage couldn't help but chuckle in response to her old man comment. "I am a bit relieved to know I can still do what needs to be done," he admitted. He just wished he didn't need to. Part of him still relished the feel of a fight. The adrenaline, the way it made his brain worked...all of it. The other part of him was scared of how easily he could kill and not feel bad about it. Though, when Mari moved to clean the wound out, he grunted in response. "Just used the one in the bathroom," he noted. Of course, it had been that afternoon, after even stopping at the castle. "The universe is against this shoulder," he grumbled. "It's been shot three times and stabbed or cut more than I can count," he added with a somewhat amused snort.

Mari nodded in agreement. I was nice to know he could still do it all... that he could still protect their home if he really had to. She was really just greatful that this was, hopefully, a one time thing. "You gotta teach Silas at some point," she mused. She hoped the child wouldn't ever need to be worried like that, but it would be good to know he could protect himself if he needed to. Of course, what Sage knew couldn't be taught... but she supposed anything would be useful to Silas. "Lemme tidy it up. You did a good job of it, considering where it is," she mused softly to him. She cleaned it up a little, since it was probabaly a little infected, then gave him a small chuckle. "You're lucky you can still move that arm at all at this point," she hummed.