Heed his warning

You know better than to irritate your dad, so you slowly fold up your wings and dumbly stand in front of him with your hands still clutching your crotch, "That's better." he says after you put away your wings, "Now come sit down. And stop with that over-the-top modesty, now's not the time for it."

You sit down and relax your arms a little, but still keep them where they are. Your dad opens the vial, and taps out a thick, purple fluid on to his hand. He puts the vial down and rubs the stuff on both hands and walks up to you. "Now hold still. We don't don't want this stuff going into your eyes or ears." He then proceeds to rub the stuff vigorously into your hair. It half reminded you of bygone days when he would angrily dry your head with a towel after you'd gotten drenched in the rain, except this time he was making your hair both wet and rather stinky. As he keeps rubbing, you can feel your erection subsiding and you're starting to feel more normal than you've felt since you got the injection. After a good ten minutes of rubbing, your dad finally stops, puts away the vial and takes the chest back from whence it came. He returns after washing his hands and he picks up a tea towel to dry up and says, "So I'm guessing you haven't eaten since you left yesterday?" In reply, your stomach gives a mighty grumble which makes your dad chuckle. He throws down the towel and proceeds to make you breakfast.

He lays out an interesting spread for you - fish cooked in a berry sauce with a side of watery porridge and hyacinth tea. Although it looked disgusting, you could always trust your dad to make it taste amazing. You gorge yourself for a good half hour and finally end by asking for another cup of that oddly refreshing tea.

Just then there's a knock on the door and your dad goes to answer it. You hear some soft chatter but you're too contented to care about what's going on. A minute later your dad is walking back and you hear him say, "Well then, I'd better send Aspen to his room for the time being." He enters the dining room and says, "Aspen..." but before he could say any more, you reply, "I heard you... I'm on my way." You take a sip of tea, then pick up your mug and the kettle and go up to your room.