Cain raised an eyebrow, as always never ceasing to wonder at Nick's overprepared-ness that bordered on insanity or premonition. Or both, he considered. After a second, he rolled into a sitting position, using his fur blanket as a lap cover. "Sounds good, I suppose." Taking the bowl and eating in silence, he regarded Nick. He looked ready for the day waiting for them and just as determined about it as before. However, he sat on the other side of the fire without pestering Cain. As much as that pleased him, it also made the younger man worry. Did some tension still linger from last night. Sighing, Cain set his bowl aside after only eating half of it. "Are you going to be quiet all morning until I appease you with some kind of friendliness? Is that what you want from me?"