Cain paused, the reality coming back to him again. He'd let himself get caught up in his interest toward Nick and his tribe. "Y-you know, that isn't really necessary," he murmured as he picked up the pace to walk even with Nick again. "I'm a wanderer by nature. A permanent place to sleep, that isn't really my style." But it seemed that Nick had his mind set on this and Cain didn't protest stubbornly enough. He ended up with a mattress anyway, his will fading into acceptance by the time they reached the hut again. Hesitantly, he sat down on it. "I'm still not sure about this..."