The pale demon noticed the decline of his father.
Between Mother's harsh lessons after Hel's death, the boy definitely noticed.
Older now than he was then, Lucius eventually picked up on the trail of his father, and came up beside the Dragon with a slow prowling step, and a light rumble to announce his own presence with the depressed brute.
"Father..." Lucius began; "Is grief such a common companion of yours, now?" He asked, his voice deeper now than when he was younger, but gentled (and genuinely caring) in this moment, if only for the sake of Creole's sadness.
His amber gaze sought the face of his Father, attempting conversation.