The girl was still unconscious, her pulse there, but unsteady, and her breathing very shallow. The Liepard nosed at her face, then licked her trainer's ear. Then it sat, tail lashing with worry. It let out a yowling cry that echoed around the alley, and then, strangely, slow tears started to trickle from it's feline eyes. "Mrowwww..." It lay at the girl's side, not taking its' eyes off her. It was very clear that the Liepard would not go anywhere without her.