"I do not think you would be lost, Master Widogast. But perhaps it would take you longer to get to the places you wish to go."
He has no illusions about the help he has and hasn't provided to this very promising mage. Yussa cannot claim his interest is pure or altruistic, but he has never made that claim about any of his motivations. Caleb is intelligent, sharp, and motivated. It would be a blow to all arcane practice to have his talent wasted. And Yussa is very fond of him.
He gently pats Caleb's cheek before he draws his hand away.
"Yes, please. Let me see it on you so that I can be sure it doesn't need further alterations." He isn't overly worried - he'd been very, very precise in the measurements he gave the tailor. The clothes should fit well, and comfortably.
Rather than leaving the room, Yussa sits on the edge of the bed, apparently intent on watching Caleb undress and dress again. They've seen each other in far more compromised states, he can hardly imagine Caleb would feel any reticence now.
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He has no illusions about the help he has and hasn't provided to this very promising mage. Yussa cannot claim his interest is pure or altruistic, but he has never made that claim about any of his motivations. Caleb is intelligent, sharp, and motivated. It would be a blow to all arcane practice to have his talent wasted. And Yussa is very fond of him.
He gently pats Caleb's cheek before he draws his hand away.
"Yes, please. Let me see it on you so that I can be sure it doesn't need further alterations." He isn't overly worried - he'd been very, very precise in the measurements he gave the tailor. The clothes should fit well, and comfortably.
Rather than leaving the room, Yussa sits on the edge of the bed, apparently intent on watching Caleb undress and dress again. They've seen each other in far more compromised states, he can hardly imagine Caleb would feel any reticence now.