A softened version of the world was all right with Cain. He could do with soft after the time he'd been having not only in the Dreaming but before that, being ripped away from his brother and in a stupid stalemate even earlier than that. It was a moment to rest, and Cain wasn't going to feel guilty for admitting he needed that.

"Separated?" he asked. Separated could mean a lot of things, but somehow Raine's tone was implying something much more than what he wanted to assume. "Yeah, but that someone doesn't have to be you. That's all I meant."