Cain stayed leaning against the wall long into the night, his eyes closed as he thought about the day. He half expected Nick to return to the cavern and start a conversation after his own apology, but the man never did. So there Cain stayed, not willing to go out and talk further. It was night and they needed to travel even harder uphill tomorrow. Finally, he slid to the floor and slept. The morning found him curled against the wall, a woven wool blanket over his feet and his pack used as a pillow. "Smells like food...." he mumbled into the thick fabric, waking in parts to the activity of the cave. Early morning light created patches on the ground and he blinked, only becoming aware of Nick and his words after a minute. "What did you make?" Cain huffed, turning slightly so he could see, but still not getting up.