"Well, if I go against the Traveler, it sounds like it might try to kill me in my sleep." "You won't! Just-" He took a deep breath to calm himself; he started to become frustrated with her stubbornness; is this what Zavala had to deal with? "Just answer the question." "No, I'm not-" Sheldon loudly cleared his throat, "I-It would be nice to f-finally b-be safe," he said, "W-We also w-wouldn't be alone. Y-You could m-make so many f-friends." "Yes, exactly!" Cayde beamed, causing the two to look over at him, "Oh, sorry, just ignore me." She scoffed, "Friends? Why would we-" "J-Jack," the Ghost spoke in a serious and pleading way, “P-Please, I-I q w-want you t-to be s-s-safe,” his large optic staring up at her as if he were trying to give her puppy eyes. Cayde pushed himself off the dresser and approached her, "Listen, kid, tell you what. If you come with me back to the tower, where you'll be staying," he added. "And if you end up hating it so much that this-" he gestured to the room, "Is better, then I promise you'll be allowed to leave and never see my beautiful mug again." She grinned and laughed, "Pretty full of yourself, aren't you?" "A little bit," he grinned, "Now what do you say, we have a deal?" She stared down at his outstretched hand. She turned her gaze back to Sheldon, his triangles spinning and his eye wide with hope. His pleading eye tugged at her heartstrings. She knew how much he wanted to go and learn about the other Ghosts; he had mentioned it numerous times in the past. While she hated the idea of going, she felt like she owed the small orange orb. She sighed and gripped Cayde's hand, "Fine, we have a deal." "Yes!" Cayde exclaimed, "You won't regret it!" He turned on his heels and walked over to the door before suddenly stopping, "Oh, I didn't catch your name." She looked at him, slightly regretting her commitment, "It's Jack."