An arched eyebrow spoke volumes of Urd's skepticism of Timon's activities, but she didn't press it. Since her journey into the Pridelands, she'd decided to have a little more faith in the meerkat, however hard it was sometimes. Especially when she knew there'd been an incredibly busy conversation between him and Vyers on her journal. She didn't read it, of course, but...were they plotting something? What were they keeping from her? Somehow she doubted it was something as simple as, say, a debate on fashion.

Narrowing her eyes meaningfully at Timon so he'd understand she was on to him, she drained her wineglass and turned to Vyers. "I saw that look, you know. I did say I had something for you, didn't I? Let me go get it."

Suddenly she was in Timon's line of site again, scowling. "Don't. Touch. Anything."