Father Kyle ran a hand through Shalla's shaggy black fur as he looked out over the neatly-trimmed cemetery that filled the bulk of the walled churchyard. He hadn't done it, despite intending to for the last few days, but he also had no doubts about who had.

The last of autumn's fruit was gone from the tree beyond the low wall.

He hadn't seen Rian lately... Hopefully the young demon had found a safe place to winter over.

"Did you help him?" Father Kyle asked Shalla and got a slightly-ethereal woof in response.

"We'll keep helping him when we can."