Shifting her position to better see the lion, Lightheart felt her eyes soften at the edges. "We are in the forest my people call home, young traveler. Your wounds have healed splendidly, your welcome, by the way. Can you stand?" she asked him, almost afraid to push him to his limit, yet it had to be done. She herself had only heard stories, but according to Caramandia, the tales held some truth.