[The temptation to immediately say 'come in' so that he can just tackle a faerie with full force is...tragically strong.

Instincts bad. Don't do that.

Somehow instead, he pushes the door open from the shoe bench of the cozy dwelling, and once he's able to see her just...stares.

There she is. There she is! There-]

I didn't know...

[Oh, god he sounds pitiful. Ugh.] Mngh. I should get the tea...coffee? Ugh it's afternoon- I have...

...There's so much to talk about, [he finishes, lamely, drooping a little.] ...Bad and good, I suppose...