When he’d realized his immediate impulse was to snap Kaethe von Blau’s neck, Cain knew he had to get away from the problems that he was continually cleaning up.
It wasn’t the girl’s fault and he knew that. But the urge to clean up the entire affair with a single, quick motion had become strong enough that Cain had left Garrenhoff without even pausing to check in with Hesperia.
...there had been a bit too much stress of late, and he was able to manage it quite well unless something struck a little too close to home.
And watching Kaethe cry into a shirt while knowing full well that she was mourning something that’d only existed in her imagination was a little too close to home.
So he left, and quickly. Made his way to Ascalon without pause and didn’t bother to change his coat when he stepped through the asura gate into Ebonhawke. Cain slowed long enough to make a quick purchase of creamy lilies and a few mingling crimson roses before he strode through the city to a door he knew very well.
He had, after all, bought and paid for the door and the house it was set in.
With a series of firm knocks, the Elonian let out a slow breath and physically shook himself. It was a quick gesture, but one that let him push aside everything that had been and still bothered him. Idike deserved more courtesy than to have a cranky guest arrive at her door, and he would do her that courtesy.