Little Caden would shake his head once he felt he could talk without panting for breath.  Given the tickling she'd just subjected him to, he didn't know if he'd be able to breathe right again!  "Can't," he finally said, sucking in a deep breath.  "Xyveris does not want me out just yet.  Says I'm still unable to take care of myself.  Said to give it a few more days.  I am vulnerable."  Caden sighed, little hands moving up to run along his cheeks for a few moments.  "But you should go if you want.  I'll be around when you get back!"<br/><br/>Cayn would make a rude gesture towards Xyveris.  "You're just as infatuated with her as I am!" Cayn responded.  "Not true at all," Xyveris responded.  "I know what she is, and that when the agreement is complete she is free to live.  You're simply not wanting to accept things as they are.  So you're the one who needs to wake up."  Another rude gesture as Cayn would proceed to move as far from Xyveris as possible.<br/><br/>"There are still others, Cayn.  Will you simply sit by as things happen?  Do the same for her when others come to her?  The beasts?  The minotaur?"  As each name was spoken Cayn's grasp on a table one of his grimoires rested upon grew tighter.  The table was specially treated to resist damage, so even he couldn't damage it too much.  But still, the anger, the possessiveness was there.