Attack of Zuberi

[Adofo]

Adofo: That....is very sweet! *kiss* I love you so so much! Thank you baby!

[Iri]

Anga: *Purrs* I love you too, Dad.
*Over the next few days, Naima refuses to get over Basma's death. She paces back and forth, growling and muttering to herself, swearing revenge.*
Anga: Hey, Naima.. I'm really sorry about Basma. I didn't want her to die, you know.
Naima: Go away, Anga, I don't want to talk to a disgusting three-leg like you! It's YOUR fault Basma died! You should have been the one to die, not her!
Anga: I'm sorry you feel that way, Naima.

[Adofo]

Adofo: Anga. Can I talk to you?

[Iri]

Anga: Yes, Father, of course.

[Adofo]

They go somewhere private.
Adofo: Baby, you know how much I love you right?

[Iri]

Anga: Yes.

[Adofo]

Adofo: I want to show you something.
He takes of his glove and shows a scar across his palm.

[Iri]

Anga: What's that scar?

[Adofo]

Adofo: Years ago, to officially make me feel like I'm really one of the pride. You uncle and grandparents cut their paws and i cut my palm and i touched their paws. We exchanged blood and from then on I have felt much much closer to them. It is an old tradition to help make a loved one stronger and their bond grows closer. I wanted you and me to do it. But...if you don't want to, you don't have to.

[Iri]

Anga: Of course I will. If... if it makes me part of the family.
Arida: Before you do that, I need to do something, Anga.
Anga: What's that?
Arida: I just need to make sure your blood is healthy.
*A day later, Arida comes with news.*
Arida: Anga... for now, you can't exchange blood. Your blood isn't healthy enough yet.
Anga: Oh... okay then...