"Auntie Katari," Ozia exclaimed, seeing his temporary guardian appearing beside him.
"I can handle it," He said, speaking with the lion language with a slight heavenly accent.
He hovered beside Katari, ignoring the elephant man who screamed in pain from having his whole arm sliced off.
Katari stood on the emptiness beneath her, keeping her arms behind her back and her face expressionless. She had barely changed in the last two years.
Her face and skin remained the same, she didn't grow taller or hunched. She looked as young as she had always been. The only difference was that there was an air of maturity around her, the kind that one gained through experience.
She was still mostly emotionally unavailable to everyone, but at least it wasn't that noticeable, especially now that she was beside Ozia, Kael's first child.
