Phoenix nodded shortly to the small group, giving them a friendly smile before looking back to Soul. Visable adoration and affection dawned in his eyes as he gazed at Soul. How could he all of a sudden be so cheerful and happy? Most of his questions like this had the same answer: Soul, the perfect, beautiful, wonderful she-wolf that worked miracles. That was how he had gotten the chance to be the luckiest guy in the world. Thinking about all this made him slightly dizzy, but a great dizzy.
Surprise now twirled in Simbari's eyes, along with the pain and sorrow. She blinked. I'm here if you need someone... The words rung in her ears, and an image of them written in golden, glowing letters appeared before her eyes. No one had ever seemed to care about anything that was wrong with her; Cray'd cared, and she'd thought that maybe there was something there, but now Simba had begun to doubt this. She'd be find though; Simba was strong. All those days of torture and desperation toughened her up. Though she was still quite delicate and fragile. "No one... Has ever said that to me..." she said in a quiet voice, looking up with slight confusion. "No one was ever there for me." she said gently, gazing at Khaz as though he'd just discovered something she'd never heard of or seen.