Celeste curled up into him with a sigh.

Sage wrapped around her with a content huff of air, the warmth of the sun still seeming to linger on his skin. It had been nice to wander mindlessly for a bit.

"...am i ugly?" She whispered.

Her comment caught sage so off guard he pulled away from her slightly and just...stared for a moment. "What," he finally got out, not believing he'd heard her right. "What the hell gave you that impression," he asked, brows crinkling in worry. Did he do something wrong? Was she upset because of him? His mind started whirling, coming up with all sorts of bad extremes.

"Look at me, my belly is all stretched and flabby and my chest aches all the time and I know they don't look good either..."

Sage wrinkled his nose slightly. "Babe you just carried three entire people inside of you for none months and then pushed them out of your body," he noted. "That's not ugly, that's a badass woman giving a family to someone who never thought he'd be anything more than a boy toy in a tavern," he noted softly. "Besides, I think your boobs being bigger is sorta nice. They're like pillows," he snickered softly

Celeste smiled lightly, glancing up at him with a soft, tentative smile. "... you really think that?" She whispered.

Sage chuckled slightly and nodded. "Yeah," he mused. "I really do," he promised

Celeste flung herself at him. "I love you so much," she whispered, hugging him tight.

Sage wrapped his arms around her, letting her knock him over onto the bed. "I love you too," he hummed lightly