Neither of the two was he but still the idea of being there was something that he found amusing. For some reason or another and he had not yet fully woken up for the day. Hearing the names being called out made him wander over, shifting body rippling with thick muscles. The alabaster lion tilting his head slightly came toward the serval with ease, lowering his gaze to the plants he took note of them. None of which he actually knew at all. Time did not make him focus on plants before. He had not been given the need to. After so much bloodshed, killing the Typhoon. Shifting he would step back before glancing up at Ninazu then, formulating an idea in his head. There was still pain there, a festering wound. It hurt him. They hurt him. It wasn't his fault he killed his own.

Gritting his teeth he finally released a breath before a small chuckle left his throat. "I'd love to sit in. Perhaps I'll pick something up that's important." Maybe if he stayed awake long enough. Slowly the snow white feline laid down and placed his head on his paws. After all this lesson was not for him so he would remain silent and just a background presence unless it was necessary that he should be more attentative.