They'd agreed, some time previous, that Cain would help her with at least her hair, for the masquerade. Raine didn't often do much to it beyond simple brushing, or the occasional trim to keep it at about a manageable length -- it was nearly time for that again, in honesty.

And they'd also agreed it would be better for her to meet him at the Hotel. So she did, staff in hand, found his room by dint of tracking his mana signature and knocked on the door. When Cain answered she'd smile at him, offer one of the sweet pastries she carried in her other hand.