There was a moment where Cayde looked about ready to leap-fly off as well before he thought better of it. He'd never run off after a sour talk with the Vanguard, not in so many words, and he wasn't going to cut and run now. He'd caught the look, and somehow he was supposed to patch things up or at least smooth things over.

He turned, straightening so he'd look less prone to take off running, head tilting as Jon brought out a bottle, too small to be booze. Ah well. At the explanation, the Exo accepted it with a nod, half-turning before hesitating to leave.

"...look, sorry we worried you," he said.