You find Leona dozing in his usual spot beneath the tropical plants in the greenhouse, his lion tail flicking idly in the grass. Even in sleep, he's as regal as ever.

One slitted green eye peels open and focuses on you as a twig snaps under your foot, a gruff sigh rolling off his chest. "What are you bothering me about now, herbivore?"

His moody tone is dismissive with a hint of obvious irritation. You can't recall a time when he's spoken to you any differently.