FC watched Cova struggle to give the pair a command with a vibrant sea-green gaze that cut through the dim'ness of the cave. He sifted through the 'umm's' and 'arr's' as best he could, trying to find some shard of an assignment amongst her very vague words.

When she finally addressed the voice that FC had heard it came with the instruction they'd been waiting for. FC's whimsical expression hardened into one of a serious nature. "Right." he stated with a firm nod that made his bangs rustle atop his head. He took a step foreword, his toes drumming eagerly on the hard stone floor. He turned back to make sure that Iliana was following and, of course, she was. He smiled warmly and then turned his attention back on his duties.

FC shouldered his way through the lioness, clearing a path for Iliana to follow right behind him. "S'cuse me, pardon me, sorry miss..." he chanted until he and the tigress had made it through to stand beside Cova.

The young lion's ears lowered as the first raindrops thumped down on him. His gaze narrowed in mild irritation at the way the cold water pushed past his pelt and chilled him to the bone--but he wouldn't dare speak of it. He shook his head--letting the droplets fly from the end of his bangs which had already begun to be slicked down to the side of his face.

FC's gaze flashed over to Cova as the light "ahem" took him away from his own discomfort and made him focus on something of more importance. He didn't know who Prince Twilight was talking to, but he prayed that whoever it was meant no harm to his dear friend and, while his father was missing, leader.

The young lion's heart ached for the prince because he, too, knew what it felt like to have your father lost out in those unforgiving storms...

'Except your father loved you...' he thought bitterly, closing his eyes briefly but quickly regained his composure when he felt the reassuring warmth of Iliana's flank near to him. He shook his head once more to eliminate any negative thoughts--now was not the time. He had to focus.