"Draco!" Cain shouted in alarm before nodding and doing just that, as Wendy arrived soon after to tend to Her.<br/><br/>"Poor dear, let's work to getting this right down." Wendy mumbled as she went to work.<br/><br/>Cain felt like he wasn't needed and as He watched Fenrir try to arm wrestle Avorna for payback for injuring him, he started to feel the twinges of an anxiety Wotan, a known historian on his own Family, claimed was shared by his Ancestor. Finally He got up and left the hall to try and calm down.<br/><br/>"Why, why do the gods torment her? Is it because her soul is that of one of their own?" He muttered angrily. "I want her to be safe and happy."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"It's not how it works remember?"</span></span>asked a voice as Cain turned and realized what it was.<br/><br/>"I'll find a way to help both Draco and Exphion, even if Ahnkseram or any other God tries to stop me. My duty is to the Goddess." Cain said to his reflection of anxiety.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"When you have your Father's sword, but now it's lost!"</span></span>His Anxiety replied.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"And what will happen to you the moment The Dark Wizard Zankora learns of that?"</span></span><br/><br/>Cain clenched his fist and kept walking, trying to ignore his anxiety as he returned to Fenrir's house and then his room, and locked it tight. He was going to in his own mind's eye, literally wrestle with his anxiety. He often did this when his nerves were running high, and it was high enough to walk on air.