When Vivian awoke, it was to an empty bed. Something she was used to, except she was waking at a time when Slater was usually beside her, which confused her. Working? No... not at this time, surely. Hm. She frowned, sliding out of bed and pulling a nightgown on, hugging it around herself, her hair falling in waves over her shoulders and down her back. She shuffled out of the room, pausing outside Delia's door when she heard voices.
She listened, stiffening when she heard the words being said. Oh. That was why Delia and her father had fought.
Vivian cleared her throat quietly and opened the door, leaning against the doorframe and watching the two. "Welcome home," She murmured, trying to hide the hurt in her eyes. She wanted so much to be liked. "You're not looking very good. Do you want me to make you some tea?" She glanced between Delia and Slater, waiting for some kind of answer.