The fae seems a bit caught off guard by Peridot going off at that, like it's more of a reaction than she was anticipating.

"Uh... that's not really..." she starts, but it turns out that she doesn't get a chance to continue, because Ignatius is already showing up. At first he just looks concerned, but as he comes into view and sees what's actually going on... well, that looking like he wants to melt into the floor expression comes back post haste. He stops where he's standing, and a moment passes. The unnamed fae raises her eyebrows, hesitating, but it's short-lived.

"Oi!" she shouts at him. "Don't give me that! Get over here!"

Ignatius looks up, surprised, his fists clenching at his sides. He arrives at the party of changelings, and executes a rigid bow.

"Iron Forged..." he acknowledges. It seems like there's more he wants to add to it, but he gets caught up on his words. "I... apologize..."

"Forget that!" she says, and then comes right up and grabs him be the face, cupping his jaw between his paws. "Let me have a look at you." Ignatius reacts with a resilient amount of poise but he's still incredibly embarrassed. "Hell - you've got a little bit of everything in you now, don't you?"

She lets go of his face, and immediately moves to lock him into a massive bear hug. She's at least a foot taller than him.

"Took you long enough, getting back here," she says, with just a bit of strain in her voice.