Eavan couldn't help but to beam at his unwavering pride in her. Even across continents and years, that hadn't changed. She beamed at him and motioned for him to follow her back into the kitchen. "Don't be silly. We have a spare room, you can stay here." No matter how old she got, she would never lose that sensation of being daddy's little girl. It put a spring in her step as she pushed through the door and set about fixing a second plate.

"I didn't even touch mine, you can have it, I'll take this one." Eva motioned with a nod of her head toward the little kitchen table where her food sat from before his arrival. "I can warm that one up if you need me to." She hummed along as she moved about the kitchen.

"Oh yes, he's at the aviary, prefers to sleep there. I have a second one now too, Lucy, she's snoozing in my room." Poor little Lucy, always got picked on by the big diricawls so she tended to stick with Eva. With a second plate ready to go, she sat down across from him, still grinning. It was so nice to have him home- or here rather. It was her home after all. "Tell me all about it." It must have been worth it if he'd stayed longer, not that she could begrudge him that.