Lauralae, at least, seems to be letting down her guard somewhat; she isn't tense when Shishi presses his face into her, nor is she guarded. She is careful instead, leaning forward to return the gesture, pressing her face against his snout before she scratches at his ears.

"He is well," she says softly. "I am not offended by his affection. I am accustomed to this." Perhaps not from lions, but...