She really had seem him bruised and bloodied up a few too many times for her liking, but he wouldn't give up the boxing and so all she really could do was keep patching him up to the best of her ability. Declan had been her first set of stitches, her first broken nose; she's worried about his orbital bones and his teeth and his knuckles and his wrists. She really wished he would quit, but wasn't going to badger him about it. Instead she would do her silent worrying and fixing up and nag at him in different ways; he knew what she meant without her having to say it.

He said the potion kicked in, but she waited another moment anyway. She knew how long it was supposed to take, given his size and the dose; it wasn't there yet. Sage busied herself with measuring out a splint and a some muslin to wrap it with once she was done. Gently she prodded the busted digit with her own small hands, feeling along the bones and thanking Merlin it seemed like a clean break between the bottom two knuckles. "I need to straighten it out, ready?" She asked, but was already doing it as soon as the words left her lips, grimacing appropriately as she felt the bones align themselves once more.