His head turned when he heard the mortal speak in the older tongue. The tall man unfolded himself from his perch on the couch and moved over to peer down at his sleeping form. A small gasp escaped when he saw the briefest flash of an older face, one he hadn't seen in centuries.

Quietly, he wrote down the address to the cottage he had built and owned for thousands of years, leaving it in Yuuta's hand. He looked up when he felt the tug again, to disappear from this world. Ireland reached out and smoothed some of the dark hair back. "Until then." he whispered.