Aimee just closed her eyes when the man picked her up, she found his body heat somewhat comforting and nestled into his arm. She heard him call out, for someone, not something presumably. She caught the word 'Jane', it must of been a name.
Jane had just been sketching a small bird that had landed on a branch just outside the treehouse, of course, Jane being her usual self had tried and failed to climb the tree so instead sat below it on a lower down branch. She heard Tarzan arrive back for he called her name, she smiled and carefully got down, making sure to grab her notebook.
She went back through the window where she had gotten out from and then heard him say he had found a cub. The English woman was curious as to what kind of cub and when Tarzan finally entered the tree house. She took a moment just to gaze at the man she loved. Of course, it was difficult to be around him when he was just in a loincloth all day. Jane had taken a much more relaxed view on clothing, with shorts and a t-shirt being her daily clothing.
Tarzan's speech had developed well, he had an accent but still sounded English actually, Jane assumed it was because he had learned to speak and read from her. She walked over to him and looked at the light tan ball of fur in his arms. Aimee rolled over and then opened her eyes, at seeing a new human just suddenly in front of her she began to struggle a bit. Moving around in the man's arms forgetting that her cub claws were still quite sharp.
Jane was in awe though,
"Tarzan, I've never seen an African lion with blue eyes before. This is extraordinary. I mean, I've heard white lions have blue eyes but, she's not a white lion. She is a little lighter than most though". She then gave a concerned look to the cub before looking at Tarzan again,
"She looks underfed though...where did you find her? Was she alone?". Jane knew Tarzan could communicate with animals better than her, but she was learning.
Her hand reached forward to pet the lion cub, and Aimee flinched,
"Hey now, it's ok". Jane's voice was soothing, and yet she was still talking in English. Aimee couldn't understand how she could feel comforted without knowing what it meant. Jane reached forward again, and slowly began stroking the cub's head, scratching behind her ears like she would a domestic cat. Aimee felt a purr escape at the warm and gentle hand. "She's beautiful isn't she?", she murmured quietly, directing this at Tarzan.