Demona heard Eddie's shoes crunching on the gravel behind her, and allowed herself to look away from the headstone to turn towards her fiance. In the moonlight, his hair shadowed his features, save for his dark eyes. It was a far darker image of Eddie than she was used to, but it wasn't a side that frightened her. He had changed a lot since the last time the two had sat in that same spot, had changed in more ways than one, and while he clearly was hesitating, Demona knew his mother would've been proud of who he had become. He was true to himself, and he didn't let anyone tell him who he was or what he enjoyed. He embraced his own reality, and he cared deeper than anyone else the blonde had ever met in her life -- whether that be for his friends or her.

As he began to speak with his mother, she allowed him the time he needed. After all, she was his mother, and while Demona had found herself in front of that grave just as often as he had been there, she had never met the woman. He deserved a moment with her, and in truth, that was why Demona had insisted they go. They were about to travel the country, and there was no telling just when they would be back. No, Eddie needed to say goodbye to his mother for a little bit, and needed to get some things off of his chest in the process.

Still, as she turned back to the stone in silence to give him all the time to say what he wanted to say, Demona began to pull the weeds out from the grave site. With the vines resting around the base, it was almost beautiful in a way, but the weeds took away from the grace of the spot. Elizabeth deserved a clean spot, and Eddie deserved to see his mother wasn't as forgotten as the world would have liked to believe.