The sights and smells of the island were almost lost on Kovu. Talking to Simba on the journals had been weird enough, but actually walking with him was just way too awkward. Simba even looked a lot younger here, maybe even younger than Kovu himself was.

It. Was. Weird.

The whole time, Kovu had hardly spoken a word. He'd lagged behind Kiara and her father the whole way, never taking his eyes off the ground.