[@shylarah]Wiping whatever remained of the moisture on Amune's face away, Cain set her down. "We have already rendezvoused. It means 'to meet at an agreed time and place'." He said, informatively. "And you will have to show me the flowers later so that I can study them, and give my analysis."

He stopped and willed his armor off again, forming the "Ne" handsign, "Secret Shadow Style: Shadow Garb." He incantated. His clothes rippled and flutter as if an undetectable wind was blowing through them. Shadows from the area around them gathered and stained the clothes black as they changed shape to resemble a more assassin-like look. He willed his armor back on, under the clothes and readied to continue. "Lead the way, Amuné." 

Whether Cain or Amuné realized it or not, she was special to him. He called everyone else by a title or objective observation-based name. She was he only one he called by her actual name.