In the form of a Crow of Death, Noctis returned to the hut atop a lone yellow star. Moving around as this particular crow granted Noctis an invisibility that only a Primordial would be able to crack, but that is, if they were paying attention to him.
He was about to fly through the opening on top of the roof when a formless pressure pushed him back as Sheba dryly rebuked him inside his consciousness,
"Go through the door, little crow, he is not in a good mood, and I don't want to risk any further disruption in his mood by you taking the roof instead of the entire door in front of you!"
Noctis was speechless. What difference did it make if he came through any opening in the hut? Sheba was a unique higher-dimensional entity, and the appearance she was holding did not matter when she could shapeshift into anything.
In fact, Noctis believed that the yellow sun was the bulk of her mass, and that the tiny hut above could as well be a single strand of hair.
