She didn't say a word. Kiara simply closed the gap between them, settling her head over his neck. Snuggling into his mane, she did her best to offer him what comfort and strength she could.

"I know how that feels," she said softly to him, after a few moments of silence, speaking just barely above a whisper. It hurt that her own father didn't know her, but the fact it was her father aside, it just was troubling to not be known. Not by Simba, not by Timon or Pumbaa.

"It's like we don't exist, huh?"