The feline tilts his head, purring softly as he blinks slowly while gazing at his son. "I was mostly talking about how you were managing with the souls."

"Everything's fine, or at least that's what I believe." The feline starts to purr when Draven's name comes up, licking his paw and then swiping it over his head. "Normal enough, I guess. How's everything on your end, bug?"

- as he was tired of being touched... It's just a feline thing. "You might be right. I did mention that it didn't seem to affect your brother."

If Westley had brought any insight into the situation, Riah wouldn't get why he felt as if he was being ignored while everyone else was trying to help him with his troubles. Maybe he just missed something. He lightly nibbles on his son's fingers to make him stop scratching, -

"You should ask your brother about that. The only reason I know about the spider is that he sought a second opinion. It bothers me when any of you feel overlooked. However, your brother does say insane shit all the time. Yet, in this instance, it was actually true."

"It really bothers me that nobody takes your brother seriously when he speaks up. That husband of his is always contradicts what he says. It doesn't seem to faze him at all. I actually saw the spider, or at least a picture of it." He keeps lazily licking his paw. "It was definitely not small."

- he remarked, still purring, referring to the childhood nickname Riah had given him, which he continues to use even now.