The peaceful dark was shattered with a cheery shout and pounding knock, triggering a chaotic cascade of noise. From somewhere beyond the house there was the fluttering of many feathers and a few wing beats, a single sharp irritated screech piercing the air. From within the house came the muffled thump of something heavy hitting the floor, a low curse, then the rattle and thunk of something being run into, another low curse, and finally heavy footsteps rapidly approaching.
The door was wrenched open - not angrily but purely out of tired clumsiness - to reveal a very tall, very disheveled, very under-dressed man. Standing in his small clothes and blinking blearily down at his guest, Rheinallt scratched at his messy mane of red-orange hair while his groggy brain worked to recognize who on earth had opted to bang on his door before the asscrack of dawn. The slow realization grew along with a smile, until his characteristic beaming fully replaced the sleepy fugue. Not even being freshly awoken could stop his booming enthusiasm.
"Eireann!! You're back!"
He had barely finished speaking before he was scooping her up into a squeezing hug, unbothered about standing on his porch nearly-naked to do so - frankly anyone living here had probably seen his whole pale ass at least once.
"What has my favorite troublemaker been up to?? Come in, come in!"
Dropping her back onto her feet, he eagerly motioned for her to follow him inside the darkened home. His destination was the kitchen, and more specifically the hearth, which he squatted in front of to begin stirring the embers and get a proper fire started again. He had a guest, after all! First priority was feeding her!
