"Does that not just mean he is growing stronger? Braver, perhaps." Maybe that is too kind; Lauralae does not know enough of the lion to know otherwise. Rav'ahm is bolder, but perhaps that is because she is growing braver too, accepting a new place in this new world.

Eventually, she lets her fingers slip away and turns her attention back to the woman in front of her. At least she has an animal near her to keep her calm, even if she still feels somewhat awkward to be sat here, unsure of herself.

"Mine?" Leaning forward, she frowns. "What is it?"