Saige smiled. She liked the resolve that Toriel had shown her. "I hope you do well. Just remember to try and have fun, okay?" She tried her best to be reassuring, but it didn't work very well. She wasn't very used to dealing with things like this, but she wanted to try and help nonetheless. She had hoped to try and become a bit more caring, but her nature and upbringing weren't really helping her in that.
Saige looked down. If Toriel was nervous, how could she help? It wasn't a feeling that Saige could remember feeling ever in her life. She thought about it for a while, but nothing would come to mind. She decided to stop trying to think about it, and turned back to Toriel. "Sorry, I can't really help you with it. I wish I could, but we think very differently..." She said, trailing off at the end. Saige started to wobble a bit, and her eyes lost the fire and excitement that were in them, and instead became blank, staring into space. Her head became clouded and she found it hard to think. She fell back a bit into the pillow on the back of her bed and laid there for a bit. Her face drained of most of it's color. As she laid there, Saige spoke very quietly. It was audible, but it was quiet. "Ugh, damn curse. I hate this feeling..." She whispered. "At least this didn't happen during the match..."