Admittedly, the whole scene between father and son had been rather heart warming, even after Vyers had dropped Laharl. A smile tugged at the sides of Timon’s lips while he laid and watched the pair, briefly reminded of Simba. It looked as though their efforts had proven successful. Good. Now he could yell at the demon for everything, including making him worried. To make the meerkat think he was actually going to die, tch. What nerve. He was no less a cockroach then his son… Other than the fact he hadn’t quite the antenna. But, none the less, he still had the arguably annoying habit to survive just about anything. Well, as much surviving as a dead guy could do. He frowned. He’d have to ask about that at some point.

Suddenly reminded of Urd, Timon turned his attention to the goddess where he found her curled up in a heap on the sand. He suspected her of simply resting as he had during this time but there was something about this heap that seemed a bit off. Tilting his head curiously, the meerkat observed her more closely. “Urd?” he asked, hesitantly rising to his feet. “Urd, you awake?” Timon staggered toward the goddess on all fours, only making it a short distance before he came to a dead halt. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. She was too small.