Simba thought for a moment.

What a silly thing to seek guidence from my father for.

He told himself.

''Nala, Nala...Nala please get up!''

Simba nudged her with his muzzle.

''Yes, Simba? Bad dream?''

Nala roled onto her stomach so that their eyes met.

''Yes...about a human! With claws...no-not claws...well...they were claws, but-''

''Go back to sleep. I'm sure it was just a nightmare. Thats all. Goodnight, Simba.''

''Night.''

Simba knew that she wouldn't understand. He was once more stuck with two choices;

Seek help from Mufasa or go to sleep.