not all dark is evil, not all light is good

Incubus was not merely humoring Riva, he was doing what he knew was right. He didn't have children or really anyone that was that incredibly dear to him but he knew that if the roles were reversed he'd need help as well. Some sort of guiding light that wasn't clouded with guilt or self-loathing. Perhaps Riva was turning into someone dear to him and that was what was drawing forth this incredibly caring side to him. He'd never been this way before... But he also never opened himself up to anyone in this way either. It'd be a journey for the both of them...

Incubus pressed against her gently as she leaned on him. He was glad they were comfortable enough to share such a moment. As she spoke Incubus allowed his gaze to rest on the grave. "I am glad we are here with you, Dante." As long as Ashen remained in Wolfpaw Lake they'd remain close to her daughter. They'd be able to visit whenever they wished for the rest of their days.

As she buried her face in his fur Incubus leaned down to rest his chin on top of her head, between the ears. Those pink and blue fluttered closed as they delved into silence. An inky tail swished to her side, aiming to wrap around the very lower portions of her tiny form. "I'm glad you are home." His voice was but a husky whisper.