Ilima happily gobbles down the food that's in the dish, clearing the dish this time. His appetite has increased dramatically, and he's going to have to be fed more often. Leaning into the petting, he shuts his eyes with a content hum, nodding. The words registered, at least. He'd really like more pets, but he knows He Ming is leaving for the time being.

Once he pulls away, he settles back down. He has to use the enrichment toy once his stomach settles, and then drifts off to sleep again. By the time He Ming returns, he's still slumbering, nestled comfortably on his cushion.