It tilts its head further to the side. The feathers on its neck ruffle up slightly. It's possible it takes the staring as more of a challenge than anything else.

Eda, meanwhile, has gotten close enough to look down at him with a raised eyebrow.

"...You're in my dream, smart guy," she points out, sounding tired again. "Or yours, I guess. Point is, why'd you think we're separate people right now?" She says, with another warning glance at the owl beast. Well, by a certain definition of people.