Of all the things, it had to be a rift. By now, Kain has come across a few of them, but it doesn't get any easier to handle their presence. Especially since he himself has a shard. It's not something he advertises. In fact, he actively hides it, taking pains to keep the hand under a thick glove. He still likes to pretend it's not there, most of the time, but in the presence of a rift, he can't ignore it.

Especially not when that familiar sharp burning ache hits him. He clenches his hand into a fist, initially wanting to leave the task to another, but... no, not when Melys is so overwhelmed. Maker damn it. He knows he has to help.

He removes the glove, revealing the glowing green in his palm. "Like this!" Kain holds his hand up, planting his feet on the ground in a defensive, steady stance. As he holds the hand up, the shard starts reacting with the rift, the green energy bursting from his hand toward the rift.