Cayde hears your approach and turns to you. He's holding a sniper rifle. While familiar in shape, its design certainly feels like Cayde has had his hands on it. He offers it to you.

"You didn't think I'd give Crow something and not cook up something for you too, right? Come onnnn," he says. "He got a shiny new cloak and, potentially, crushing responsibility. It's only fair that you get a new gun courtesy of yours truly."

Cayde crosses his arms and considers you for a moment. It feels as though the quiet is intentional, appreciating your presence, until he nods his head and pulls himself back to reality.

"It was nice gettin' into trouble with you again," he says, words laced with sincerity that lingers despite how quickly he tries to move on.

"Now, I've gotta go figure out how to get the rest of this Screeb juice out of my clothes before the big battle." Cayde sniffs his cloak, still rancid from the Screeb slime, and recoils. He whispers, "…At this point, I might just burn 'em."