Broken Boulder cause I'm still breathing on my own

She nuzzled him back, shaking her head as he spoke. "I wouldn't leave, not ever," she whispered fervently against his cheek. She pulled back slightly to look at him, her eyes brimming with a mix of laughter and melancholy. "Where would I go, anyway? I don't know anyone else. I don't really have any sort of. . .skills. But I found you, and you were nice to me. You're my family, now."

Lily cocked her head toward Ali's den, smiling. "You should get some rest. You look dead on your paws." She stifled a yawn herself, instead stretching slightly and rolling her shoulders in a half-shrug. "I'll see if I can find you something to eat from the caches."

He would probably benefit more from some fresh, barely dead food, but that all depended on if she could catch something or not. This was Lily, after all--not Chef Boyardee.