Wiggling out of the scarf, Felix shakes what little rain got on him from his body, then each leg in turn. He turns to peer up at Mijoo when she speaks, tilting his head with a strange understanding in his eyes. He isn't terribly hungry, not if it means keeping an obviously tired friend up longer! So instead, he pads off in the direction that smells most like her. That's got to be where she sleep, after all!

And once he finds it, he's quick to hop up on the bed. Not hungry, just sleepy.