After a few hours of conversing with his father, Lucien made his way back to his bedroom, opening the door silently then shutting it behind him. Seeing Bella asleep on the floor, he sighed softly, walking over to her to gingerly and surprisingly gently lift her into his arms, laying her on his bed before tucking her in. After she was tucked in he didn't lay in bed as well. Instead he sat in his chair in front of the fire, hands gripping the edge of the chairs arms tight enough that his knuckles turned white. One would assume a series of different things that he could be; Mad, sad, stressed, but no emotion showed on his face as he stared into the dancing flames that whispered to him.