Markus was fairly certain that this was what hell felt like. The scribe turned 25 the evening previous, and had celebrated rather simply, splurging on a bottle of wine, and sharing it with the queen's cute but pathologically shy servant. It had been wonderful, one of the best birthdays he'd had, honestly. It was the following morning that made him hate everything.

Absolutely everything ached, and the longer the day went on, the more and more difficult it was to transcribe the king's daily motions. He had thought, wished, prayed, and hoped that by the time the king fell asleep, he'd be relieved of these symptoms. They had really only shrunk in intensity.

For the first time in a long time, all he wanted to do following his duties was fall asleep. The evenings were the only time he got to see Lila, but he was certain that she was in the same position he was. Actually, now that he thought about it, she was probably worse than he was. He felt bad, bringing this terrible feeling onto the younger girl. Hopefully a good night's sleep would do her some good, too.

His head, while still aching from the night's actions, swam in dizzying thoughts of the redhead's wellbeing, so much so that he almost didn't notice her sitting in their usual spot. But she was there, and when she saw him, she smiled so much her whole face lit up.

Sighing, he moved to sit next to her. "If you feel as awful as I do, I wouldn't blame ya if you just went to bed." He told her, skipping over any kind of formal greeting.

Markus was met with a very confused expression on Lila's face "You f-feel awful?"

"Wait," he started, blinking a few times, processing the situation "You don't?"

Shaking her head, Lila replied, doing her very best to not stutter through the entire sentence, "You drank m-more than I did, l-last night. I only had t-two glasses. You had the whole rest of the b-bottle."

Now Markus just felt silly. Grinning sheepishly, he admitted "I suppose you have a point."

There was a small –bump- as the servant girl slid next to him, and it was only seconds later that he felt the warmth of her lips on his cheek. "You're gonna be okay, r-right?" she whispered lightly.

Lazily, his arms tucked around her, hugging her loosely as he tilted his chin to rest his cheek on top of her head, nuzzling slightly as he answered "Of course. I'll be fine."