Sage was too distraught to notice the flicker of emotions that crossed Declan's features; too focused on the crying child in her arms that were beginning to ache from holding on so tight.

"Great," she sighed heavily. Sage had always been good with kids, but she was so worked up herself, she knew she wasn't helping. "I don't know what to do." She barely held back the catch in her voice as she swayed unconsciously, trying anything to soothe Maggie. "I don't think almost-four year olds drink tea?" Right now she couldn't even get Maggie to let go long enough to check on her breathing.

The hot sting of tears prickled at the corners of her eyes and Sage had to look up, trying to blink them back. She readjusted her daughter in her arms, trying to think of a way to at least get her to calm down more. "Would you like a little snack?" They had to have something upstairs. She tried to get a peek at Maggie for an answer, but all she got was a sniffle and a nod against her shoulder. At least the tears were starting to slow a little.

"Will you help me? Please?" Her tone was pleading; she needed somebody to keep her sane at the moment.