If he didn't know better, he'd think the rabbit was asking to be held. Well, alright. He scoops the little ghostly gray bun into his arms and picks up the plate to be left outside the dining hall on a spare cater table.

"I'll have to find something soft for you to nest on," he muses, in case he doesn't find its owner by the end of the day. He'll need somewhere to sleep, a little rabbit's den.

"Don't be upset if you need to stay with me awhile." It seems that when he's alone with rabbits, he has no reason to put up the usual cold demeanor that he puts up for humans.