( Calling him a wriggly little worm rather than a lion cub would not be too far off from the truth, with the way he squirms in her grasp.

Wryly, she nods her head. )

He was on the list I was given, yes. A defender for me, I suppose.

( Blinking, she finds the corners of her mouth twitching up in amusement. Somehow, he manages to touch and bring out that warmth in her that's been so hard to reach since she'd been resurrected. )

It is. Feeding him meat seems obvious, but in the meantime he's torn my curtains, broken some dishes and chewed on my hair.

( She is a bit especially indignant on that last score. )