She hadn't meant for him to know that she had been out before without permission, and was glad he hadn't latched onto them. That would have been the cherry on the top of an already shite day. But really could he punish her for long passed transgressions?
The drained nature of Viola was a mixture of all the things her father thought it could be. Each one had their place in her head and each affected her body in their own way. She never even realized when her eye changed, she never did. It wasn't like she could see it.
"Stay?" She protested. "I think I can handle walking across campus to my dorm." The words were out there in the air, but in reality she doubted she had the ability, her body was protesting even sitting up and as her anger simmered exhaustion was washing over her. Pushing herself up, she almost fell back into the couch, but steadied her legs in her attempt to protest further. Viola had to pull down the hem of her skirt, at least she had a change of clothes packed away in a box there. She didn't have to sleep in her clubbing dress.
Shaking her head, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine... I'll sleep here." She said, then slowly made her way to the room she shared with her younger sister.