There is a lot of weird going on right now and his head is a mess, but if there's on thing that feels right in this place, it's scritching a cat and the feel of fur around his ankles. Careful not to hurt the little creature, he settles down on the ground to sit and offers his lap and both hands for more scritching.

"You're the first familiar thing I've found in this whole place, it feels like," he murmurs to himself. "I wish I had something to feed you, but all I have is my pack and my clothes and... well, apparently, a house."