"One would assume their possessions safe in their own home- and only a thief would wander in as you did," pointedly, "You didn't even check to see if anyone was here. Trespasser and thief." All reasons that some would deal out far worse punishments for, this was going light considering what he could be doing given his appearance.

He shouldered the door open then, taking a few steps out past the threshold, silent for a moment as he took in the surroundings. Walls enveloped by some overgrown rose garden that was surprisingly not more thorns than blooms.

A hand lifted away, leaving the hummingbird there so sit on the palm of that large and furry hand, a last static-laced snort blown over him. "Go. You have a day until you are expected to return," or else heavily implied by that tone.

"Say your goodbyes."