Yussa follows Caleb through the house and up to the second floor. There are more rooms tucked up here than he expected, but Caleb's used the space relatively well. When Caleb indicates his wardrobe, Yussa sets his cup aside on a nightstand and goes to inspect what the other man has to work with.

He peers over his shoulder briefly and he lifts a delicate brow at the mention of this friend. It doesn't take long to discover which clothes those might be: beautiful Kryn-style garments that are too small for the man sitting on the bed. Yussa gets briefly distracted inspecting them, imagining the person they belong to. Hm.

He turns his attention to the Kryn styles that clearly belong to Caleb - made to fit him but also styled in a way Yussa could see on the other man. He draws out a few things, admiring them. While Caleb would look exquisite in them, there is no need to cause such a stir. He puts them back and pulls out the red and black robes.

"I have not seen you in these," he says absently.