Cain glanced down at Ekra as she tilted her head and bubbled forth questions. He considered them briefly and the best response, in the end deciding on a simple, “Yes, no, no, you'll see shortly.”

As it turned out, 'shortly' didn't even cover ten seconds. As if on queue, the little Gerudo child appeared. What was her name again? She seemed like a different person. Neither aggressive nor non-cooperative, she simply stood there with her hood up, tossing her rock. Cain wondered if she thought that made her look more impressive. After holding a hand up to excuse himself from Angus for a moment, he knelt in the air in front of Veitaru. “Not everyone, dearie. I'm sure we've both been having trouble remembering everyone we were supposed to find. But we've got a fair few. Hope it'll be enough.” 

He indicated that she ought to join the others at the graveyard's center before turning back to Ekra and Angus. The towering blacksmith informed him that he'd be giving him a chance after all, and Cain was inwardly pleased. “Too true,” he declared in response to Angus's words, and led both Hylian and Skull Kid with the others.

This time, rather than simply melting into a shadow once again, he remained in half-bodied form. The phase in which stealth had been necessary to avoid causing disruption in Kakariko was gone; now, he had to try and seem as trustworthy as possible. While even he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that his current nebulous form wasn't very trust-inspiring, it was probably better than a disembodied voice at someone's feet.

So, in half-bodied form, he scrutinized the gathering. The Darknut was here, clearly bored and fit to burst with contempt for those around here, but here nonetheless. Two others had arrived unnoticed by him, presumably brought by Veitaru. One was clearly a Sheikah given his garb and bearing, and while the other was very similar he was also unique. Unique, that is, in the sense that he was pretty much unremarkable compared to most of those present. Given their proximity, it was obvious they knew each other, and it wasn't a hazardous extension to say they were related.

Once he was done staring intently at the two newcomers, he hovered over to Frore's side. The Chilfos-turned-Hylian seemed pleased that he was back, but said nothing, as if the gravity of the current situation silenced her. She wasn't far wrong; the current atmosphere in the graveyard was grim and expectant. The people naturally formed a sort of circle, staying nearby those they knew but also -for the most part- sensing that they were part of a new little community. There were so many questions hanging in the air, and the only individual who could answer them all was not present. Cain knew that if Lethe did not return soon, some of the less interested members of this unorthodox gathering would bail. [i]Come on, you wretched pixie. If I have to pretend I'm working for you we might as well make accomplish something[/i].