"Ah, thank you," Ilima says, his politeness having not gone away completely just yet. He waits for the food, and at first he takes a bite with his fingers, eating properly. It isn't the most convenient way of eating, though, and he soon abandons that way of eating. He leans down and eats out of the dish much like a Growlithe would, body lowered. Ilima eats like that until he's full, wiping his mouth.

He gets comfortable again, looking at He Ming from behind the bars. Glancing down at his body briefly, he looks a bit concerned. "I know you said not to worry about it if I feel strange, but... will the discomfort lessen at least?"

There's no mention of him wanting to quit. He's relaxed and complacent, all things considered.