Hawa would've smiled at that if he could. Instead, the owl spread his wings, moving as though to take off--and instead taking the form Patrick was more familiar with, standing in front of him. The pouch with his CiD within was dangled from a finger before stowed away in the pocket of his long coat. He seemed a bit tired, but none the worse for wear, and his grin came easily enough.

"Don't let it bother you, kid. I don't really mind," he told him, cleared his throat to get the faint huskiness from sleep out. "Didn't expect you to come wandering by, though." He yawned, lifting a hand to his mouth to cover it before combing fingers through his hair.