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Though the gesture was hidden in Frore's shadow, Cain blinked incredulously. That was it..? No scathing comments about Jira's fashion sense, no real further instruction, just a quick departure. To be fair, Lethe had just plowed face-first into the masked man's chest. Though, given Cain's understanding of physics, lighter things suffered less kinetic damage when tossed or thrown. He had figured as much out on his own in the Twilight Realm, finding through trial and error that he could throw a little Gohma over a hundred feet only for it to skitter away unharmed but a simple trip was enough to force the wind out of the lungs of an armored opponent. Maybe it worked differently for fairies; truly, he didn't care that much.

What really interested him was that Lethe seemed to already be delegating him tasks in her stead and trusting him to carry them out. This wasn't surprising given the facts: he had been the first 'One' she had come into contact with capable of higher thought, he had already found Izzaz for her, and by now she was probably aware of his intelligence. Still, it was good news. Being put in a position of responsibility and power in the group would make it that much easier for him to further his own agenda. At this point, he doubted that was the case, but he was almost certainly on the road to authority.

In that spirit, he wasted little time in reminiscing and hurried to direct the Rain Spider. Deciding that he might as well show him his full-bodied form seeing as everyone else had already seen it, Cain rose from his slender partner's shadow and floated in the air nearby. Now fully three-dimensional, the Twili addressed him properly. “The pixie that just checked you out is called Lethe. As far as we can tell, she is the one responsible for speaking in our dreams. I assumed she would introduce you but it seems that task has fallen to me. I can't remember if I told you my name, so it's Cain, and here we have Magus, Veitaru somewhere, and...er...a Sheikah.” He was suddenly and painfully aware that he had no clue what the Sheikah's name was, nor what they were all meant to be doing here. Even the exact location of the Shadow Temple the fairy had alluded to eluded him. If Lethe had given any more exposition, he had been absent—accomplishing things in Kakariko while she fluttered around and talked.

“And here we have Frore,” he held out a shadowy, immaterial hand in his partner's direction. Hearing her name, the former Chilfos looked first at him and then at the new arrival, still not fully understanding what Jira had said. Moments ago Cain had, funnily enough, wondered whether or not Jira would fall in love at first sight with her too. While he said that he would be sticking to Felicia, as best Cain could guess, the masked man still seemed to have an interest in Frore. Having seen Jira's unmasked face at the stall of the deceitful pot seller, he could easily picture a twisted, surprised expression contorting it after finding out that the woman was really an ice monster. As he made the present members of the team known to the Rain Spider, he acknowledged for the first time what a hodgepodge of a group it was. A fairy, a girl, a shadow, a scarecrow, a vanguard, a rogue, and now a lover and a vendor. This rundown reminded him that Felicia would be starting up the graveyard path any second now, and without Lethe around it would be necessary to bring her up to speed as well. Cain pondered if all this explanation was why the fairy seemed so wound-up.

“Regrettably it seems like I have even more errands to run. Hopefully the historian can fill you in on anything I missed.” With that, Cain returned to shadowform and set off down the graveyard trail once more. In no time he was at the bottom, having jumped from fencepost to dusty fencepost, and was greeted with a strange sight. A huge, armored brute sat against the gates, chowing down on a large slab of meat. Strange; only moment ago, when he and Jira had arrived, this warrior had been nowhere to be seen. Though he still wore a helmet, Cain got a good view of the knight's mouth beneath the upturned visor, and what he saw warranted a closer search. Despite his affinity for darkness, Cain couldn't see enough of the knight's face to identify him, though he certainly wasn't Hylian. Was this yet another 'One'? There's seldom such a thing as coincidence. He was debating on how to approach the feasting knight when he spotted Felicia a hundred feet away. This, he surmised, was a stroke of misfortune. Even if Felicia and the knight ignored each other completely, he might just intimidate her enough to keep her from entering the graveyard. Opting to wait and see, Cain nevertheless noted that (since there were few people around) grabbing Felicia with his hair hand and simply carrying her the rest of the way was an option as a last resort.

If Maryev was paying attention to anything but his savory meal, he might have heard a bored sigh nearby, or seen Felicia approaching.

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