Well he knows the sound of that snort by now, and he's got a good idea of what it might mean in this context, with cold air lapping out from under the door fit to chill his toes. It makes him smile despite himself; no forgetting she's got a fine ally in her wyrmling son. "It's me, Charis," he calls, softly. "It's Myr. I brought something for Adalia."

And he'd like to speak to her, of course--but it seems a little too intrusive to say so, right now. Better to see if that's what she needs, first.