Caim nodded. Mac's decision was his and truth be told, Caim admired the boxer for such a strong resolve. Strength in the man he had nearly downed. If the prince had been ice, there was something about the realisation that warmed him - at least a mite. He watched Mac for many moments longer without continuing, and then when he felt that it was appropriate, he wrote some more.

What is it that I can do that would be of further assistance, do you think?

Because for all he knew, he was better off only poking in where Knuckles needed him and steering clear the rest of the time. Especially since a good chunk of the academy and the town were pinpointing him as the guilty party. How did someone innocent normally spend their time? Likely in questioning. Perhaps in hiding from unwanted attention.

Caim couldn't say he knew. He'd never been the innocent party before. What an ironic turn of events.