Compliance at last! The relief Cain felt was approximate to a teacher finally being obeyed by a truant schoolchild. He respected a sense for responsibility, but as evidenced here, it could also be weakness. "I can," he murmured, doing his utmost to keep from sounding too eager. Surveying the surrounding area, he found the awning of a nearby booth offering some sort of ball game. "Direct your attention to your right, the cloth on the back of that stall." As she did so, he noticed how quickly she turned and hungrily she looked, intent on finding some sort of evidence to prove her sanity remained at least partially intact. 

While Felicia watched, Cain cast himself upon the patterned surface. The silhouette he offered was that of a hooded man, with big sleeves but seemingly nothing over his torso. By far the most distinct features of this umbra were its eyes, yellow orbs with pupils of red. "A face I think you saw before. I hadn't found the fairy yet when I appeared at the fish stand. Your eyes aren't deceiving you; my child. "

He reverted to her shadow, which he hoped wouldn't frighten her. "If you don't mind I'll stick with you until you've reached the graveyard. By then I hoped your masked friend will be there as well. You left quite the impression on him by the looks of it, but that's none of my business." Of course, things that were none of his business were Cain's favorite, but he didn't divulge that tidbit to her. After speaking he realized that Felicia, now reminded of Jira, might continue the conversation. His eyes rolled invisibly; the last thing he wanted was a full-blown conversation.