You've been pretty stressed lately, especially with how work has been. All the stress makes it hard for you to sleep. You're lying in bed, staring at the ceiling as you toss and turn, hoping you'll be able to get comfortable and sleep when your door handle rattles before the door slowly opens.

Ellen: "Master, I can hear you tossing from the living room. It's midnight. Stop being on your pho-"

She pauses, realizing you're not on a device. Her expression softens and she relaxes as she seems to sympathize. She moves to sit on the edge of your bed.

Ellen: "Apologies. Trouble sleeping, Master? I could try assisting you."