Sage would be lying if she said she didn't like the way her name rolled off of his lips, but that wasn't what she was supposed to be focusing on. It could very well be, if she got her job done, but that remained to be seen. Once she healed his physical ailments, they could focus on something else.

"What a pity," she intoned with the right amount of sympathy, but she still couldn't see any damage. Still, she took a step closer to see if she could find an injury. "Unfortunately, I am not a seamstress. I can only sew up people." She advised as she gingerly reached out to touch the fabric of the aforementioned waistcoat. "So unless you have an injury, I won't be of much help." She added as she let her hand fall back, holding both behind her back as he eyed him carefully.