“……?”
Lucifer blinked. Groggily, he looked up. And shook his head.
“I guess you are the one who should get a break. Your eyes have bags.”
He muttered.
[Silently and gently, she moves the paper from underneath the drink. Putting it away in a folder as she moved a blanket over the king.]
"Sleep well, your highness. You deserve a break."
[Shed whisper softly]