Istredd laughs, his spirit lighter than usual. It could be because he is delirious from his trip or because Lucifer makes him feel better. "It's true, you lucked out with me. You barely had to make any effort there." Just allow someone to share his space and much of his life here with. So little effort. He is able to multitask with chewing and mentally communicating, one of the reasons it's easier for him.

The queen is the problem. None of the mages have enough authority to be able to make a dent. Appealing to the king seems pointless. She's reckless and power-hungry. The only way he can see the mages making a coup would be to assassinate the queen, and none of them seem cold-hearted to do that. Including Ambrose. They can't control her either.

I'd keep you warm. Realizing a beat later what that could sound like, he hurries to follow up. We have our log still and fire spells, you'd be fine.