In the doorway, leaning silently against the entrance into the room, is one specific fae. His arms are resting around himself, one hand resting against his arm. When had he got there? How long had he been standing there? Why was there no sound to indicate he was there at all in the first place?

A plethora of questions can be asked - later. For now, he finally makes himself known.

"Boys," Lilia begins, his gaze somewhat softer than what one might imagine from him. That or its all in their heads, "You are aware that you're quite loud, yes?"

He peers between them both, as if assessing... something. Hard to tell what. But. Feel seen.