Aurea had ended up asking Lysandre to call her father with his phone, the man in question hadn't followed her with reckless abandon but had checked with Fennel first before calling the hospital. Apparently he was trying to figure out what had happened to her and why she was acting so bizarrely. Needless to say he didn't pick up until ten minutes after she had left a message.
"Aurea! What-"
"I'm fine Dad I was just having a bad memory that's all."
"Aurea," the voice on the other side of the phone crackled, "I don't think you're okay. If this happens again you could...hurt yourself. I think you should see a doctor."
Aurea took a sharp intake of breath.
"I don't need help dad. I need some time to rest, I'm at home and safe. I'd like to be alone for a bit."
She hung up knowing he wouldn't be back until late.
Lysandre was on the couch waiting for her to finish her call.
"Did you call a locksmith?"
He seemed alright but Aurea rolled her eyes,
"No, I'll do that later. Quit acting like that didn't happen please."
Lysandre calmly plunked down a bottle of whiskey on the coffee table.
"I'm not."
She pushed it away,
"That's not going to help."
Lysandre ignored her, pulling out two mugs and pouring a bit into one.
"None for me thanks,"
Aurea spoke sarcastically, snatching her two cups. 'Who uses mugs for whiskey?' She wondered, staring at her decorated blue one and the white one.
There was a moment when she was walking, where a sharp stab of pain hit her leg. Aurea stopped for a second before continuing, ignoring the pain.
Wait… she glared at the mugs and realized one had leaves pressed into it, with a small stick figure drawing of a smaller and taller person. The lines were wobbly and unstable, the only indicator of who was who was the scrawny labels beneath each person.
"Me"
"Dad".
Lysandre stood and followed after her at the beep of the coffee maker.
She hadn't prepared coffee.
"Here," tiredly, he poured a cup for her and one for himself in the white mug.
"It's rude to go through someone else's pantry, you know."
Lysandre stared at her over his steaming cup holding it like it didn't singe his fingers like hers did.
"Fine, just next time ask."
He said nothing as he dumped whiskey into his coffee, splashing a bit on the counter.
Aurea leaned forward and grabbed the bottle as quickly as possible, tilting it up to stop the liquid from pouring.
"That's enough!"
Her voice came out panicked, much different from the stern scolding she had meant for it to be.
Just how drunk was he trying to get?!
"I have enough anyways."
He said, quietly turning and taking a spoon.
"What are you doing?"
He was normally stoic, cold, calculative but here he seemed careless and tired, Aurea was worried about how he would be drunk.
"Lysandre. Stop."