Demona was now sitting in a tree with a lion and a mandril monkey, something that she'd never thought she'd be doing, plus she was still a lioness, allowing this wacky monkey to heal her hyena bites. She had introduced herself to Mufasa while on their way to the tree, but left out that she had once been a gargoyle. Demona felt rather impressed when Mufasa told her he was King of Pride Rock in the Pridelands which she was in.

Rafiki kept studying her while applying poultice on her sores, and wrapping a leaf and a twig on her front paw as a splint, which Demona had to admit was pretty impressive for a monkey to do. Rafiki seemed the smartest animal so far.

After a long while, with Mufasa the lion watching from afar, Rafiki was finally done, as he gave her a smile.

"You shall heal in the next week or so. But until then, no craziness," he said in a teasing voice, bumping Demona on the head with his staff. She grunted, rubbing it with her non hurt paw.

"Watch it!" She huffed, glaring. Rafiki just laughed, as he went off to do whatever he did. While he had healed her, Demona took a bit of time to look at the paintings, mostly of animals (duh). Secretly she always admired artwork, even when it was done by a professional human.

Rafiki glanced to Mufasa as Demona moved over to him, still somewhat limping, but not as bad as before.

"This is a most interesting lioness you have found, your majesty, most curious, no other pride. But in her condition, she can't travel alone."

Mufasa turned to Demona.

"Would you want to rest with my Pride until you're better? It would be a pleasure to have you," Mufasa offered. Demona looked away again. She didn't deserve any of this, from her view after everything she did and was going to do back at home.

"I really don't want to be in anybody's way," she grumbled. But Mufasa shook his head.

"No, I insist, please?" He asked. Eventually Demona knew she couldn't turn him down now, with all that insistency in his voice that made her stomach writhe a little, as she groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Fine, I'll stay. But don't expect me to enjoy it right away," she snapped. Mufasa's eyes brightened. "I won't expect you to, as long as you're able to heal there. Thanks, Rafiki," he said to the Mandril, who bowed his head.

Demona followed Mufasa once again, this time to Pride Rock. Thankfully with her new splint it wasn't so painful to walk anymore. When Pride Rock came into view, she let out a small gasp at how impressive it was, tall and majestic, and she could see others walking about, mostly other lionesses.

Mufasa helped her up the rock even though she snapped back constantly she didn't need support.

The other lionesses looked up at the sight of the newcomer, whispering to one another, and Demona couldn't blame them for doing so. She herself probably looked weird.

"Come, you must meet my mate, Sarabi. She will in two days give birth to our new cub, and he/she will be next in line," Mufasa said in a cheerful voice, guiding Demona in even further.

"Even though I was supposed to be next in line, brother," growled another male, a dark brown lion with a black mane, and a scar over his right eye. Demona's eyes widened a little at his appearance.

He eyed her with interest. "And who's your pretty little friend?" He questioned in a smooth voice. Demona bared her teeth slightly from the way he spoke about her.

Mufasa narrowed his eyes. "Demona's a guest in our Pride, and you will treat her with respect, Scar," he said back. Scar looked at Mufasa with an equal expression before slinking away.

"I'm sorry about my brother, he was next in line until Sarabi was pregnant. Just keep out of his way and you'll be fine," he apologized. Demona shook her head.

"I'm sure I can handle him," she said, looking after to where Scar left. Mufasa smiled at her bravery as he led her to his mate, who was lying on a bed of straw with an overgrown pregnant belly. Sarabi looked up with tired eyes.

"Hello, my love, who is this?" She asked in a tired but kind voice, smiling at Demona, who felt something inside her. The way Sarabi called Mufasa her love, it almost reminded Demona of the old times with Goliath.

"Her name's Demona, Sarabi. Hyenas pounced on her earlier, and I invited her to stay a while with us," Mufasa informed.

"I hope you enjoy being with us, young one," Sarabi said, panting a little from the roughness of carrying her cub. Demona backed up.

"Yeah, uh, I'll go and rest now, leave you two be," she mumbled awkwardly. Mufasa nodded in understanding, as he went to check on his mate.

Demona found solitude away from the other lionesses, not wanting to be questioned, giving out a long slow sigh as she curled up, for it was late in the afternoon, and she was tired.

A small yawn escaped her, as Demona fell asleep in the shade, unaware of a particular dark named lion watching her coolly, wondering who this 'Demona' really was.