[And to think Matoya had just been looking forward to another lovely afternoon of not having any annoying visitors - but what's this? Someone's gone and set off the cantrips, and one of her poroggo comes flapping into the back room she's holed up in, jabbering about a visitor. So with a heavy sigh, Matoya hobbles out to the main room, squinting through the gloom at Ibakha.]
No odder than failing to knock!
[Just because it's not a conventional door doesn't mean she can't knock first. Goodness.]
I'm so sorry about the very long delay!
No odder than failing to knock!
[Just because it's not a conventional door doesn't mean she can't knock first. Goodness.]