Ilima's been sitting on his cushion, waiting as patiently as possibly for He Ming's return. He worries a bit, trying to crane and listen for any sign of him. It's a long time before he hears his footsteps, but when he sees He Ming enter, he sits up more, hands on the bars. If he had a tail, it'd be wagging.
"Yes!" he answers, overjoyed. His face is lit up, and he moves to wait by the water bottle. He's awfully thirsty. "What took so long?"
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"Yes!" he answers, overjoyed. His face is lit up, and he moves to wait by the water bottle. He's awfully thirsty. "What took so long?"