hell yes

[It doesn't matter, she goes for the doorknob all the same: figures if it's not open she'll knock later, and lets herself in the moment it budges. Still fur and feathers and the set of her wings like last time (she'd needed this form for tracking him down, for the mobility in getting back) and while she doesn't reek of anything more than cool water and crisp, green earth, she's still damp from travel. Works to shake off the droplets of condensation without soaking his living room or knocking anything over.

Fixes him with a sober stare when it's done, eyeing the spot beside him on the couch.] Heya, handsome.