Sage was sort of exhausted. Sage was not allowed to show too much just how exhausted she was, because she lived with a bunch of worrywarts and as much as she loved them; that was also exhausting. She'd just been busy. Busy was good for her, it kept her skills sharp and her mind occupied, all of which meant she wasn't drifting into one of those melancholy moods that sometimes lasted for a few weeks. If she was too tired to think, she was too tired to dwell on the past and therefore couldn't be sad about it.

At the conclusion of her shift, which lasted a few hours longer than it was supposed to, Sage traipsed back to the printshop to make her way upstairs to her bed, perhaps without even eating. Eating was not quite as necessary as sleep right now. Her mattress was calling her name in a soft sort of lullaby only she could hear. It was a siren song that she was happy to follow.

Of course as soon as she stepped through the door, a yelp and an oath hit her ears in a voice she could recognize in the dark. "How many times do I have to tell you not to stick your fingers in there?" Sage sighed, chastising Declan lightly without really know what it was that had him making such noises. Good thing she brought her bag home with her today. "Let me see." She held out her hand and waggled her fingers to get him to show him whatever it was he'd injured this time.