It was a welcome sight to see Link having himself a few droughts of water. By traveling as much as he did the treasure hunter knew what over-saturation could do, he'd spend many nights hunched over a bush as testament to it. Caelan was spared having to say anything though as he was handed back the water skin, reflexively taking a peek inside of it to check the levels. Sure enough as Demoko had stated before the contents remained unchanged, an infinite supply of water. Was such a thing possible? If this was true then he was elated, there was so much he would be able to do with this item. Before his magic was largely limited by the water available to him in the immediate area. While pulling moisture from the air was always possible it was a bit more tricky, and often times such as in the desert it left the air feeling heavy and uncomfortably hot. This water skin though, it would enable him to use his spells whenever and wherever he pleased, a welcome change.

"Well yeah... I get money for my work, but that's because..." Caelan paused, choosing his wording carefully. "Because I get paid to do it."

That was a lie, and he regretted having to tell a false tale to Link. Nothing against the other boy, but somehow he didn't think coming out and saying he plundered ruins and tombs was going to sit very well. Especially not when he was trying to gain the boy's trust, as well as the rest of the group's. Thieves were not typically known to be the most welcome of sorts, often stabbing people in the back and taking their precious valuables with little remorse for their victim. In a way he fit into that threshold, though he stole from the long since dead, or undead in some cases. Point being that even if he was a cut above the rest in terms of morality he was still one of them, that was a fact the mage couldn't change. As part of him found himself wanting to make some sort of connections with this group, particularly those close to his age, he was afraid to jeopardize that. Traveling alone for so long really wore on you, and if this was a chance to change that, even for a bit, he'd take it.

"Don't worry about fighting, really. Everyone hits a low point now and again, it's nothing to be ashamed of." Caelan tried to offer his reassurances, giving Link a small pat on the back accompanied by a smile. "You had a tough time of things, we all get it. So just get your strength back and let us handle it from here, we don't mind. There's no reason to feel bad."

Breaking up their conversation then was Nayrin, with some rather big news of her own. According to her there was a mass of men waiting for them, and they were trying to eliminate the group no less? Caelan took a moment longer than most to register this, blinking in surprise and looking between those around him. He'd been told there were people after them, sure, but thus far there hadn't been anything to really drive it home. Now here he was, potentially going to be blown up on a bridge just for being with these people. Well, he felt like he definitely chose the right side in terms of morality, but now he was beginning to question if this little quest of theirs was worth it. What good was making riches if he was going to end up dying for it? When he raided places before, alone or with others, he'd never been beset on another and nearly killed by them. There had been some nasty guards, but they were relatively harmless and easily fooled. Explosives, a mass of armed men? That was a different story.

Before he could even voice his uncertainties a set of rings was presented to them, Demoko urging them each to take one. Considering that the only other option available to him was head back into the desert by himself he really didn't have much else of a choice but to go along with it. Reluctantly then he stepped forward, taking one of the rings and turning it over in his fingers carefully to examine it. It was an unremarkable piece, not any distinguishing marks or gems to make it look any different than a normal band. That was probably the intent though, especially if it did what Demoko claimed it to do. No use in having a disguise if it made you stick out like a sore thumb. Sighing in resignation Caelan shrugged his shoulders, lifting his left hand and sliding the ring over his finger carefully. 

"Man... This is going to suck..." he grumbled, waiting for the change. "I'm not going to make any gold out of this..."