Daia looks at the skin on his arm as Lea explains. Come to think of it, Joss had said something before about needing a ring to not burn to a crisp in the sun. He'd never thought how pale he was could play a factor in that.

"I don't want to get burnt! How do I find it?" he whimpers, a little worried.

The squirrel closes its eyes, happily letting Lea pet away. Approval is yes.

"Uhm... nuts? That I could find in the kitchen." A beat. "Do... they need something else?"

He admittedly had never thought that squirrels might need a more balanced diet.