Yussa casts a look over his shoulder, looking coy. Caleb Widogast, of all people, has no place to chide him for going where he pleases in a private home.

Perhaps that isn't entirely fair. At least Caleb had the good sense to be afraid when the Nein started using Tidepeak as their personal highway. Once he's certain he isn't about to trip any wards, Yussa slips into the workroom and sets his tea aside - the cup is nearly empty. He takes his time curiously exploring Caleb's space, examining the layout of tables, of sigils on the floor and on any other surfaces. He picks up a book or two, flipping them open to glance over a few lines here or there. His behavior has the glimmer of energy that comes with restrained interest. Of course he's interested: he has been working with Caleb for some time, but always in Yussa's space.