Ilima nods and waits patiently, not moving from his spot outside the kennel. He perks up once He Ming returns, looking at the toy in his hand. It'll be of some relief, which he's thankful for, though it's not exactly what he wants.

"That will help with the, ah... cravings?" he asks sheepishly. That's really what it feels like, like an itch he can't scratch. He hopes it isn't something that'll be constant.