[ Cain's stance is lowered; if he had his sword, his hand would be on the handle, ready to draw. Instead, he remains in a defensive posture, clearly ready to fight back if Hwylryn decided to attack him.

He didn't have the luxury of hanging out with him all that much. So no, he doesn't really know his circumstances. But he remembers the desperation and hurt on Rutile's face. Rutile is...kind, to put it lightly, but his opinion still matters.

More question marks in his mind. ]

I will. But only until I know you won't hurt the people in this mansion.

[ His bangs fall back in place, red vanishing from view. ]

Why are you here? I thought you'd been taken care of.