Simba ignored Timon's comment, and not just because he didn't know what a chicken was. His head was swimming with thoughts of how there were so many things that could destroy any chance of him getting along with this lioness. He couldn't think of her as a daughter, and yet the very idea of meeting her made his stomach churn. Hopefully, she wouldn't have too many questions for him.

The lion merely followed the warthog and meerkat in front of him, keeping his head down and looking at the ground. He felt like he had to face his angry disappointed father, like when he had taken Nala to the Elephant Graveyard. Once again, such memories surfacing at this particular moment were not helping.