Hawa was too restless to go and sit--something about being indoors any place. So he followed Patrick, his hands tucking into his pockets, his head tilted slightly. Watching him like he had when he was in his owl form earlier. "I think you promised me some hot chocolate last time, didn't you?"

He took in the kitchenette. He hadn't stayed long in his room, no--he'd only glanced into it out of curiosity before abandoning it for greener pastures. Sort of literally.