Normally Ariadne wasn't caught up in aesthetics or what she looked like. As long as she looked presentable, she didn't care. But at that moment she didn't look presentable. She looked like no one loved her. And most certainly not her age.

And now she was being drawn out of the room. Ariadne suppressed a whine. Just because she looked like a child didn't mean she needed to act like one. Ay least there was coffee.

Ariadne walked behind Arthur and made a beeline for the coffee pot. The smell of it flooded the kitchen. And despite her thoughts on her current attire, she smiled.