Cayn smirked at her.  "He has someone with him," Cayn laughed softly.  "Fear not for your brother.  Neither Xyveris nor myself would allow him free rein like that.  He's going to be watched and assisted."  He'd gesture for her to sit and rest as he pulls out one of the books he brought with him.  More cantrips, by the look of it.  "Practice makes perfect.  Once you know a spell backwards and forwards, you can consider yourself a master of it.  Or mistress, as the case may be."<br/><br/>The book was handed over as he leaned back in the chair, balancing on the back legs of it and one of his own, the other coming up to rest on his knee.  Cayn looked to be completely at ease as he regarded her.  "You don't fear me," he said softly.  "That brings some amount of soothing to me, you know.  Even Xyveris, to an extent, fears me.  But you do not.  Why?"  It was asked simply enough, as he wanted to hear the answer.  She intrigued him.