All right. [Lets his poor cape go after wringing it out so that at least now it hangs slightly less wetly from his back. Then, still holding Caligula in one arm, he follows right after Cain. As they're walking like this, that's when a sudden thought returns to Eridan's head...]
Oh, right -- I wanted to ask for your advice on something important, too. Since, you know, you're my moirail and all that.