Sync spends most of the time she's watching him muttering curses to himself and wondering why he never focused on learning at least a basic healing arte. The answer was obvious in that he wasn't supposed to be getting hurt, and the Order had stronger healers anyway, but sometimes he regretted being an idiot.

He's aware of her watching him, even as he pays her no mind. Being aware of your surroundings was important, and Sync knows the little cat isn't just an ordinary cat. Whether that makes her some kind of monsters or whatever this weird place had in it, he doesn't know. But if she'll not bother him, he won't bother her. It's not his job to investigate weird cats. His job is mostly working out what the hell was going on.

"Tch..." Finally he looks at her an eyebrow raised. What do you want, cat?