He reeked of booze and depression and then the body of mostly dead weight in such an inebriated state was leaning on her and for a moment she sighed internally before encircling her arms around her daughter and patted his back. "Most alcoholics do, I do not judge you for them." Hera meant to push away just slightly, help lead them both around the unfamiliar landscape of the apartment, only to be grasping at air as he stumbled away. Her arm reached out but it was too late, he was running into the armiore.
"Oh Eris," her voice was still soft, amused at the imbalance and empathetically saddened for her daughter. Taking a step toward him she reached out to grasp his arm and patted his chest as she walked him toward the couch. "Come dear, sit down. I'll make you a drink and we can talk, hm?"