Riku ran his hand gently over the Prince's hair, daring anyone who was hanging around still and might see to make some comment on it. Sora needed him right now and Riku was NOT going to abandon him. Not even to his parents.
"They must be anxious to see you again," Riku murmured, holding onto Sora's hand, enough he had the decency to drop the edge of Sora's riding cloak over their hands as the King and Queen stopped before their son.
They both seemed to have more gray hair since Riku had seen them last, but they were still alive. The Queen clung to her husband's hand so tightly her knuckles were white.