As Cain exited the palace and looked out into the courtyard, he couldn't help but shield his eyes with a hiss of pain an displeasure as the sunlight beamed down upon him a bit brighter than he would have liked "Just a bit further and I can rest". The knight had no idea how many times he had repeated that statement, only that at this point it began to border on becoming a mantra for him. His leather clothing and pieces of armor only tired him even quicker once subjected to the sun's golden rays, though their weight wasn't of very much concern, rather, Cain was more worried about his thick gloves, bits of which he could feel decaying and falling from his hands as he grew more exhausted, "Not going to make it at this rate. Damn this curse, and damn to hell and back my grandfather for bringing this blight upon me!" he muttered. As Cain passed by the stables which housed the palace horses, the sight of the water trough that the horses drank from brought about an epiphany in the knight. Cain looked around to ensure that no one would see what he was going to do next before breaking into a full on sprint towards the trough and dunking his head in. The water was brisk, likely just pulled from a well, and it did its job wonderfully. Cain pulled his head back and gasped now wide awake for the time being, he wiped free from his eyes the hair that clung wetly to his face whilst muttering a silent thanks to whomever brought the water from the well.