Lia smiled. She was so glad that things might be going better now between her and Gog and these two strangers, though part of her wondered if the cat man even knew the rock he was sitting on was Gog. She held back a giggle at the idea. It was rather funny in a way. He would really be surprised when Gog changed back into his troll form. Though from experience, Lia knew the troll could stay in his other shapes for a while if he really wanted to. There had been a time during their travels that he stayed a small woodland creature for a day, riding in Lia's pocket. That was during a time when they were closer to civilization.

"I'm Lia and the rock is Gog." She pointed at the rock. "He does not usually like people sitting on him; I know from experience." She laughed when she remembered the first day she and Gog had met. "Though I suppose Nekoboro weighs a lot less than I do."

"Please do not attack him again Mr. Nekoboro when he changes back. Trolls have a horrible time because other beings treat them like monsters just because they look a little scary." Gog did not look scary to Lia at all, but she knew him really well. "He's a big softy, really!"

"Gog like furry," a voice from the rock said. "Pet furry all the time."

Lia giggled. "I don't know if Nekoboro would want to be petted. Or do you like it, Mr. Nekoboro?" She looked from the preening feline to the cat-eared human.

"We have been traveling together for a while. He protects me from bandits and helps me when I need him to." She smiled. "He looks different, but he's like my big brother."