Lion Head Mesa Nobody died (except me).

a stranger in familiar space.

they had been healing for some time and nala found that did not bother her. they slept and slept. recovery vital for it.

only she had not been expected, as she walked into the room with cloths, to see him sitting up. a small sound hitched sharply in the back of her throat as she looked at him with wide, mismatched eyes.

o-oh! sir! please, let me get you what you need.