Aurum didn't really... drink alchohol. At least not these days. Even after Moth's death, he hadn't pushed himself to the point where he needed to get drunk to cope. Mainly because he knew how stupid he got when he was drunk. He could still remember the utter heated embarrassment of his drunken love confession to Crowley, and the horrible consequences that had come with it. Ever since then, he had pretty much entirely sworn off drinking, even in the worst of times. He only ever ended up enjoying a drink these days when he was hanging out with others at the tavern, and even then, only one or two cups of whatever was shoved at him. He was fairly sure that these days he wouldn't have another horrible repeat of the whole Crowley incident – since he no longer had anyone around who he had an extremely obvious but also hilariously painful crush on – but he was sure that, in a drunken state, he would find some other way to ruin his somewhat respected image.

He couldn't even really begin to imagine what Ryder was going through, if he was being honest. Yes, the angel had ended up losing both of his parents, but at least he had known both of them beforehand. He had a relationship with both of them, even if those relationships weren't wholly positive – or positive at all, really. Ryder, meanwhile, hadn't gotten to have that. After all, evidently he had known his mother, but he had only just begun to learn more about his father, only for the older canine to disappear off into the sunset with Crow, leaving nothing but a group to lead behind. The pain of it all must've been insufferable for the still rather new member of the group. However, this didn't stop Aurum from being slightly disappointed when he came upon Ryder in his current state, a frown pulling at his muzzle as he padded up in front of the other. He had followed the hound's scent – now mixed heavily with the scent of booze – all the way to where he currently lay, and it was far from a pretty sight. Long tail flicking back and forth, the former proxy rumbled with a sigh, "Ryder, right...? Did you... drink all of this by yourself? Cause that's dangerous. You could end up poisoning yourself." Aurum's worried tone began to take on a slightly fatherly edge, almost as if he were speaking to one of his own children. Although honestly, he had a habit of doing that with everyone.

Excuses and denial poured forth from Ryder in a waterfall, and Aurim couldn't exactly say that he was surprised to hear them. It was obvious that the younger canine was in a bad place, and the angel found it hard to deny that he knew the reason why. The lion had been around for Ryder's joining, and had seen the moment of collective realization between the other and Leroy, and to regain something like that, only to have it torn away from you just as quickly? He couldn't imagine the pain that it would bring. He had used alcohol in the past to get over his own pain, but it had always been as an avenue to get rid of romantic troubles, rather than searing disappointment over one's own father disappearing on them. He winced a little as he thought of his own disappearing act from his children – but at least he had come back, and he had left them behind for a reason. It didn't really seem as though Leroy and Crow had any reason not to at least say boo to their families before they disappeared together, and the thought of it made Aurum's claws dig into the earth below him. He pushed those thoughts away for the moment, knowing that his anger wasn't needed right now. He could ponder such things later.

For now, the former proxy just nodded at Delilah's words, moving forward to start pulling together the empty bottles that surrounded Ryder, "This much alcohol still isn't good for you. Haven't you ever heard of taking things in moderation?" He frowned a bit as he pushed the bottles aside, making a mental note to gather them all up and dispose of them when he left. He then turned his one eyed gaze back to Ryder, the blue gleam of his eye gaining a worried and familial look. He and Leroy might not've truly been family, but he considered everyone within Tanglewood to be family, and that extended to the former leader's son as well. With this in mind, he nudged the other's side with his large muzzle, muttering in a gentle and persuasive tone, "C'mon. Even if you don't feel like talking, I can tell you're getting tired. And you should get some sleep in a proper bed, not out here propped up against a tree." He was fairly sure waking up in a bed wouldn't make the other's inevitable future headache any better, but it certainly couldn't make it worse.