Cayn is actually waiting for her in her room.  He has a few books, grimoires to be precise, on a table nearby.  Cayn himself is appearing somewhat fidgety, not knowing really what to do with himself.  However when she walks through her door he looks up and smiles at her.  "Salutations," he said in his low, resonating voice.  "I knew you were about doing something so I didn't press to have you meet me at any set time.  How're you doing so far?  Is your body adapting well enough to the new pregnancy?"<br/><br/>Cayn would walk over to the table, his hands moving lightly over the grimoires before he finally picked one up.  It was a simple thing, looking like an old leather-bound book, but it had a spark of something more.  He would tuck it under his arm and wait for her to answer how she was before he'd go into anything further.  His gaze roamed over her, assessing her in his own fashion.<em>Would she be capable of handling this training</em>, he thought to himself.