The hand on her shoulder almost undid her completely. Maggie looked more content with her snacks, taking in the printing room at large, the machines and everything else. It was fascinating, how it all worked, and Sage barely understood it all, could only help with the most basic of tasks, but it was home.

She looked up at him, pulling him a little farther away while trying to stem the flow so she didn't alarm Maggie. "I gave her up for a reason." She whispered, barely audible over the press, thank goodness. "A chance for something better," family preservation; self-preservation. Maybe it was selfish, maybe it was selfless, but she had never, ever imagined she would be here. Sage had made peace with her decision only to have it thrown back in her face. "Her parents, adoptive, they died in some sort of accident. They wanted her to come back to me in the event." It was all sort of tumbling out in a quiet stream of the jumbled thoughts bouncing around her head. Sage didn't really know how much they knew of her. The letter she had written for Maggie was still sealed, untouched. Sage had even known if they would give to her at any point. Sage hadn't even thought to read the one addressed to her yet. She still had bigger things to worry about.

"She looks just like me, people aren't stupid. They're going to match up the timeline." Merlin what a mess this was. Sage dragged her hands over face miserably.