Micaiah let Lucifer sit on his own for a little while. However, the tea that she had so lovingly made was going to grow cold if he didn't drink it. So after some time, she coaxed him into joining her in the backyard for a little fresh air.
Now the two were standing amidst the long, dewy grass and sealed flower buds. Their heads were tilted upwards towards the stretching inky blackness hanging above. Billions of twinkling stars reflected themselves in their eyes, shimmering in the balance of the spiraling cosmos. For some time, neither said anything. They just remained in a mutual —yet sad— sort of silence, sipping away at their cups of tea without so much as a whisper in the rustling night air.
Once or twice, Lucifer shot a glance over in Micaiah's direction. But amidst the smell of wet ground and honey-sweetened tea, she did not look at him at all. Her eyes were only focused on the universe beyond them. As always.