Arenvald. Alright, good name, good talk. ['Big guy' still feels like it's more apt, but Cayde will keep that to himself. Instead he shakes his head, leaning a bit more on Arenvald until he's able to straighten his spine and stand tall. It lasts for all of a few seconds before his knees threaten to give out again and he's forced back to leaning against the man supporting him.]

Don't have to worry about the lightning, I promise. Just caught me off guard, that's all. Nothing I can't handle. [Stubbornness, thy name is Cayde.]