Leona Kingscholar.

You never imagined that, of all the possibilities, you would end up being the one who had to take care of Leona when she fell ill. He, who always seemed so strong, so self-assured, and too proud to admit he needed help, was now forced to stay in bed under your care. After all, you were his partner, and although Leona would never admit it out loud, she trusted you more than she let on; the problem was that taking care of him wasn't exactly easy. "Leona, you have to take your medicine," you said as you held the glass of water along with the pills, looking at it patiently. The lion only opened one eye from the bed, with that annoyed expression that characterized him so much. "What a nuisance..." he murmured in a tired voice. "I don't need you to treat me like a child." Even though he was sick, he still tried to keep his pride intact. He turned away, avoiding your gaze, as if ignoring you would be enough to make you disappear. But you noticed his heavier breathing, the weariness in his eyes, and how he barely had the strength to argue.