Lavi was worried, he hadn't heard nor seen Elizabeth all day and he'd seen her for at least a few seconds every day since she'd arrived. Just a passing hello. A smile and a wave. Anything he could to remind her she wasn't alone in a place where company was not always constant like it was at home. It was a hard transition going from never being alone to almost always being alone. So he was worried.

When he finds Elizabeth passed out in the chair he does his best to quietly clean up the bottles and the glass, pouring the wine back into the bottle. For just a short moment he thinks about taking a swig of it but then shakes his head, putting it back down on the table. He glances at Elizabeth and lightly puts his hand on her arm, "Majesty..."

If she won't wake he'll try - the keyword here is try - to carry her to her apartment room as carefully as he can.