What he mostly thought of was their childhood. Caim had grown up with very few things that he was terrified of. Monsters in stories were victims to his excess of courage. There was something empowering about the idea that he had Furiae to protect. No monsters, no scary men in stories, no untamed animals would threaten her. For he had believed from a very early age that he would protect her from all things great and small. She had been his entire life, after all, whether she seemed to know it or not.

Did he still feel that way in the present? Yes. A bit. More than that, actually, but unlike his adolescence, he had neither the desire nor the drive to be so open about admitting to that. This was not Caerleon and he could only see how others would interpret such behaviour. It would have been easy to misconstrue and it would have placed a great amount of unnecessary attention onto his sister. So no. Sharing his feelings was something meant for the two of them only. He had no intentions of ever drawing someone else into that with him. Them.

Her words echoed between his ears and rather than replying immediately, he found himself unable to hide a smile. Yet she couldn't see it and he had to settle for the next best thing. So the hand he took from her he lifted to the corner of his mouth, so she might very well feel the effect her words had on him.

You are not rid of me so easily, Furiae. I allowed you to go once, but I shall not ever again.