[The latch gives, and L steps inside, taking stock of his surroundings. Crookytail is there to nudge her velvety nose against his hand, and the normally orderly home is... still orderly, just perhaps a bit less so than usual. L notices a chair in a spot Myr usually keeps clear to avoid stumbling, and he steps over to move it. He might feel see-through, since losing so much blood, but he still casts a visible shadow, still has the strength to move a chair.

As he does so, he glances toward the sitting room's doorway, notices the quilt that's managed to tangle a faun up in it.]

I thought I should apologize.

[Regardless of who's at fault, Myr usually takes this step first. L figures it's his turn. Besides, there is one way he's fallen notably short in their Bond; he hasn't yet done what he'd promised he would.]

Let me set things right... finally. I'm sorry you've had to wait this long for me to learn.

[Pulling away that hypnosis, if needed. Going after the culprit, but later. For now, the focus belongs on the one who needs a gentler and subtler touch.]