Godfrey accompanied Aurora back to her room, and as soon as he walked in, saw the shattered windows, glass spread across the floor.
“What happened in here?” He asked.
“Frustration.” Aurora muttered as she nonchalantly waved her hand towards the room where the disarray once was. Almost immediately, the glass put itself back together again, and the windows were fixed.
Godfrey, his red stare looking around the room, doubt furrowing his brow. “When’s the last you’ve eaten, love?” He asked her. When she didn’t answer right away, he continued to look around and saw a put out cigar on her dresser. He took a deep breath, shaking his head. “Rori, you-”
“Frey,” She turned around and stopped him, shaking her head for him to quit while ahead.
Godfrey backed off, throwing his hands up. “Alright.”
