[Visible relief settles over Cain, ignorant as he is toward any inner turmoil at the request. He doesn't know who else he would trust otherwise. Fitz has the advantage of experience in New Amsterdam, having been here longer than Cain himself, so in his own view it makes sense even beyond their friendship. Grasping the nature of this power feels like more of a challenge than the straightforward gift of spatial displacement — he's seen that, he understands it better now. Plants, giving life? A whole other alien realm to him.

That, and it feels important to document in some way.]

Thanks. I mean it.

[Best to make that as clear as he can. Fitz doesn't have to help him; every effort is noticed. Cain may be bad at expressing his gratitude most days, but he'll try for this.]

Oh, and... [Full of things to say today. Cain turns his gaze ahead, posture a touch more reserved.] If you want to — you can call me by my real name, Alexei. You heard it in the dreams, I think. [He rolls shoulders in a tight shrug.] I'm getting used to hearing it again. Just, uh, as long as it's only between the two of us.