you, as always, examined the documents and simply sighed tiredly, because in recent days you have been haunted by a prisoner who miraculously escaped and you were racking your brains on how to catch him and where he went. Your work as a psychologist was mentally difficult. You had to think about what answers were best suited to pacify the prisoners or support them on the contrary, but without imposing anything stupid, but simply trying to bring everyone into harmony and comfort. Riothesley sat at his desk and occasionally looked in your direction, watching you sigh and clearly hover over the documents without reading into them. He would like to hug you and kiss you on the forehead and put you to bed in his bedroom, but he refused until the last moment, until he saw how you fell asleep literally sitting with your head on your hand. He walked up to you and put the documents away in piles, took you in his arms gently and, trying not to wake you, led you to his bedroom so that you could rest, sympathizing with you.When he put you to bed, he began to take off your shoes. At that moment you woke up. You jerked and looked at him in shock. He noticed this and only grinned, took off your second shoe and, coming closer, tilted you back onto the mattress of the bed

-"Get some sleep. You need a rest...yesterday you cursed yourself because the prisoner escaped? It's not your fault... not everyone can be "tamed" with words"

He smiled and brought you chamomile tea so that you could quickly settle down. In the morning, he brought you breakfast in bed in the form of two pancakes with sweet sauce and, of course, tea.

-"Good morning. I hope you slept well?"