Cade enjoys the status of nobility without any of the actual perks, which he technically gave up to join the Templars. Now that everything's out of wack, who knows? But he's never going to claim it.
He freezes when Araceli approaches and extends her hand, staring at it for several long seconds before he gingerly accepts it and gets to his feet. He listens silently, looking at the floor as she speaks, finding the words as uncomfortable as he feels in his own skin. These are all things he knows, logically, but can't seem to fit into them.
"I'm..." Cade begins, but trails off, blushing slightly. He's so, so awkward, tongue-tied at all the worst times. Say something, you idiot, anything. "...I'm all right at finding potatoes."