Yussa doesn't resist the coaxing embrace, moving into it as Caleb curls around him as best he can. There are some things to be said for a humanoid body, but the gesture is sweet and the elf leans gently into the much larger form. Another race of shivers rush through him as the dragon's nose brushes up his back.

"If it does not, I fear for the conflicts you are wading into, my friend." Well, there is a whisper of the anxiety he's carried since Caleb sailed away into the unknown. Yussa sighs and leans lightly against the dragon, though he has no doubt his weight is nothing to Caleb now. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a strange comfort in the knowledge that this is a spell and a shape that Caleb has at his disposal, should the need arise. Perhaps he can only cast it once, but should he find himself in a situation more dire than this, Yussa finds himself hoping that his lover has the good sense to run.

He presses a kiss to the side of Caleb's head.