Byleth closes the door carefully behind him. Having bid Themis goodbye for now, he's more than like to set off toward Obsidian's abode. He has been avoiding his own home lately, finding the emptiness and solitude to grate on him more than usual.

Now a long tail tipped with dark feathers arches up behind him, draped in the back end of his cloak. It sways and bobs with every step he takes. He seems to be taking to the changes well. Almost as though he's done this before. As he turns, more of those changes are visible. A smooth mane of feathers covers his whole neck, long, soft looking ears sweep back and his own horns protrude from mint hair.

He spots Emet immediately. It's hard to miss him. Byleth has cast plenty of longing glances toward the building, and the crackling of the fire catches his attention besides. He stops in clear surprise as the man beckons him. Aforementioned neck feathers bristle out like a pinecone, and those ears swivel up and forward. After his moment of shock, he takes the few quick strides it takes to skitter across the way toward him.

Half of him is expecting to be scolded, but he also remembers well their little bet. His tail sways faster behind him in anticipation as he looks up to Emet.

"You summoned?"