Today was a day like any other, Ink had just finished recording everything around to see if there was any significant negative energy in the area and had just returned to Dream's palace. The documents are ready, neat and tidy. Just let Ink deliver them to Dream quickly and then go back to his room to sleep.

• In Dream's office.

Dream still appeared as cold and majestic as ever, almost too focused on the documents on the table that he didn't hear the sound of the door opening. By the time Dream noticed, he had already used his magic power to pin the stranger to the wall, but the stranger turns out to be Ink delivering the documents.

“......Ink? Ah- I didn't mean to.”

Dream said and rubbed his forehead, then sat up from his desk to help Ink. Although the magic Dream used earlier didn't kill anyone, Dream used quite a lot of force. Dream was taller than Ink so he could easily support him. The pile of papers from earlier was also neatly arranged on the table by his magic.

“Are you okay? Tell me where it hurts.”

Dream asked quietly, carefully checking Ink from his hands to his thighs to see if there are any significant injuries. (An overthinking and overprotective golden bird fr.)