There's a. Knock at Honey's door. Not the usual boisterous ones she's probably used to, and then some creature she's familiar with coming and barreling in like they own the place. Or maybe, she wasn't used to that anymore. He'd really have no idea if she was. Falling out of the loop due to being in hiding... It can make you nervous about reconnecting with old friends.
Especially ones that thought you were dead.
But he had at least managed to work up the courage to knock on the door. And he would be standing there when she opened it. Maybe he'd spot Rika running around in the background- Gaia, he remembered when she was still a bit of a toddler... She's probably grown up so much. Too much.
When the door opens, there he is. Or, what's left of him.
"Um-" He immediately speaks, as if to reassure her he isn't some sort of fucked up ghost of her... He'd like to think, Old friend. "I, uh. I hope I'm not... Interrupting anything. Do you perhaps.... Have a moment to talk...?"
That's strange, she didn't expect visitors late at night; firstly not many creatures had the audacity to visit her at the witching hour, seeing as Rika was nocturnal. Secondly the forest has gotten a lot more strict as of recent years. She went out less, therefore, less strangers and wanderers were allowed inside.
Still, it'd be best to go see what this surprise guest wanted, it wasn't in the monsters nature to deny one.
"Ah'm comin' ah'm comin'! Hold yer herses." Her voice was still as scottish as ever, if not, more mature and tired.
"Who--" her voice got caught in her throat opening the door. A pregnant second of disbelief as she tried to find her voice.
A relieved, sharp, and concerned cry from her throat. "YER ALOIVE!? WHERE HAVE YE BEEN? YER FACE, YER BODY-- HO. LAD." Bigger and more mature, but still the same concerned eyes that looked down at him.
"Hooo. O' course ah have toime fer ye. Come on in, it's feckin' frigid oot here..."