Daddy wasn't hugging her back, and it felt wrong. Still looking up at him the grin faded, her face the epitomy of confusion, and nodded in answer to his question. Then she copped on and her face became slightly harder, but understanding was also evident.
Aurora looked at her mom. "Yeah, 15. This is...too odd." Glancing back at her dad she smiled slightly. "Thank you for sorting a room, daddy. I get that you don't know me here, it was nice of you to do so." Politeness was a default when she didn't know what to do - she'd probably picked that up from her mom. It definitely didn't come from the fraternal side anyway. Her tendency to lash out when politeness didn't work, on the other hand...
Moving to take Emma's hand - something she didn't normally do, but she needed the comfort - she looked to this younger version of her daddy. "Let's go then, I guess..."