There was something melancholy about the seeress. He couldn't imagine what she lived with, and the heavy burden on her shoulders. She appeared so young, and already suffered the loss of one she loved dearly. There was nothing more he wanted than to protect her; he knew it was what he was meant to do. He had already experienced the control over Yeul. Caius felt disgust with the Order of Paddra for leading her in a single direction, deciding what she had done and what she could display. Barred from even mourning her former guardian.

Caius hadn't any idea of the magnitude of her place nor everything she had to do in a day, or what was expected of her all in the end. He waited patiently before her, keeping his head bowed down before her to let her hand rest on his hair. Her touch was beyond soft, harmless, and without any ill intent. Sadly, he doubted she could do him harm if she wanted to. He wasn't anxious or uneasy in his submission to her. It was where he belonged. Below and beside her, to protect her from whatever force dared threaten her.

Though, her choice of words was interesting. Companionship. Perhaps it was a companionship of sorts, but he wondered if it was truly the case with the way she seemed conflicted within herself. It was understandable. Whatever lay in the future for him, and for Yeul, he had no intention of allowing the Order to control him and tell him how to behave. He wasn't under their jurisdiction. He wasn't going to bow down to them.

"As do I." Caius didn't move, he didn't lift his head. He merely waited for her to do at she pleased.