Daphne stopped when she saw him stumbling around the foyer, and she immediately recognized that glazed look in his eye. She didn't think he would have been patting himself to make sure he was in one piece if he'd apparated sober, and so she could only assume that he'd been drinking at the Three Broomsticks after slapping a "Closed" sign on the door.
She was angry for a moment, before she remembered that he didn't know Liam was sick, and that he'd probably needed the relaxation after dealing with her illness for so long.
Daphne helped him cross the distance between them. "Miles," she started, afraid of his reaction when she told him that Liam was sick. Especially since he was drunk. "Liam - " she started, before she narrowed her eyes at him. "Wait, are you sweating?" It was March, and it certainly wasn't warm outside. And even if he'd been drinking firewhiskey, it wouldn't make him sweat like that. "Did you run home or something?"