It takes Eddie a moment after her to stand, but it wasn't anything worrying to her. The situation that had brought them to the grave wasn't the usual trip, and the heaviness all around the two was more than enough to remind her of that. Typically, a graveyard brought Demona . . . not joy, but calm. This time, however, it brought a weight she wasn't prepared to deal with. She could feel it in her bones, and the longer they stood near Elizabeth's grave, the harder it was to resist the tempation to drop down and just curl up on her resting spot. She hadn't realized just how much she missed that little area until she was there, and now that she was there, it was taking everything in her not to give into the tempation to stay until the sunrise.

As he stood and pulled her into him, though, a new warmth pulled over the blonde, a smile tugging at her lips as she wrapped an arm around his waist. No matter what the situation, she had Eddie, and for the moment, that was all she needed. He was her safe space, and while her mother may not have accepted her ways, he certainly did. The two started back towards her van shortly after, and the farther they got from Elizabeth's grave, the lighter she expected the air to get. It didn't, though, and for a moment, the blonde started to wonder if something awful was about to happen. She never got a bad feeling in a graveyard, ironically, and the one she was getting right now felt as if something was tugging her backwards.

It was Eddie's words that pulled her out of her mini-trance, as usual, but rather than some comment on what food they should make when they got back to the cabin, he was commenting . . . on the night she found him. Demona practically stopped in her tracks as she looked back up at him, and it was only because he kept walking that her footsteps kept up with his.

"Oh, fuck off, Eddie." Despite her words, amusement filled her tone, a sigh following his name. "It was one accident, and you didn't exactly help by walking down the middle of the road." The path continued forward towards the fence, but the woods they had been walking through started to clear. It revealed more graves than Elizabeth's corner held, and while these weren't covered in vines, it was more than obvious that some had been visited far more recently than others, fresh flowers in front of several of the stones.