Innocence was never Cayde's strong suit. Ikora watched him while he struggled to maintain his poker face with an almost overwhelming sense of fondness. She had missed him as the divid between her and Zavala grew.

His humor was missed. His sharp eyes. His skills.

"Thank you. I'll leave the higher levels to you." She might even take the ground level or perhaps one floor up. Hunters needed their space, after all. And Warlocks liked their privacy.