The quick flick of her eyes in his direction tells him that's not really comforting.

On a slow, arching path to Lion's flank, she comes, a corner of her attention always focused on the fact that the pink feline is watching. (It might not be ominous intent at the moment, but the fact that he watches so carefully is a form of ominous in itself.)

Hand slipping into Greg's, she allows him to help her up onto the great cat, settling as best she can behind him.

No teeth nipping for her leg yet, but she's not fully counting on anything.