The touch is soothing and he hums, looking fond. He's already attached, which isn't so much a good thing. He'll have to get used to being apart from his young. It'll be a process. Ilima is a gentle one, after all.

He leans into the scritching before doing as he's asked, not even questioning it anymore. It's none of his business now. Test results aren't something he's interested in - though normally, he would have been very much so. Battling, something he'd been a fanatic of, is a thing of the past. He's settled in nicely.