just an hour ago, you fell down the stairs, ending up with you needing some care; so now you sat in the kitchen as Lucifer was using the sink water to wash out the bloody rag he used to clean your wounds, he didn't have much of a reaction finding you on the bottom of the stairs other then a sigh.

he glanced over to you, he did not feel bad, but he knew humans were real fragile, and you was his favorite human; so as he sees it, it's only himself that is able to bruise your skin.