Yussa leads the way up the dark, spiralling stair at Tidepeak Tower's center, his shimmering robes trailing several steps behind him. Caleb follows, leaving the brightly-lit sitting room and the jovial voices of his friends behind, for now. Before he is compeletely out of range, he pulls out his copper wire and mutters a Message to Veth.
"I am going to talk with Yussa for a little while. Do not leave without me. You can reply to this message."
Her response is swift.
"Roger, Lebby. We did save the world and him, so I hope he gives you some cool shit. You deserve it!"
A smile flickers over Caleb's lips, but he doesn't Message further. He turns his face up toward Yussa's back again, noting the landings and doors he doesn't lead him through as they pass.
He has been itching all evening for a chance to speak alone with the older wizard for a number of reasons, the most important of which is to ask how he he is doing. His mood has been warm since they arrived, thanking them for their aid and welcoming them to make merry in his home this evening, but Caleb knows better than most of them what Yussa has been through. It must have been harrowing, and it has been only a little more than a week since he Banished him back to this plane. That isn't a lot of time, in the grand scheme of things, to even begin recovering from such an event.
Less important, but still important to him, is the matter of--well, a more personal nature. Months have now passed, but there has never been the chance to follow up on what occurred between them just before the peace talks. The Nein have been busy, and visits to Tidepeak have been brief, or focused on more pressing matters. He has missed the handful of sunny aftenoons and golden evenings spent copying spells and working through his own drafts in this tower. Understandably, the last one in particular stands out in his memory. He's thought of it often.
At last, they come to a landing where Yussa pauses. Caleb doesn't recognize the door he ushers him through, but follows all the same.
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"I am going to talk with Yussa for a little while. Do not leave without me. You can reply to this message."
Her response is swift.
"Roger, Lebby. We did save the world and him, so I hope he gives you some cool shit. You deserve it!"
A smile flickers over Caleb's lips, but he doesn't Message further. He turns his face up toward Yussa's back again, noting the landings and doors he doesn't lead him through as they pass.
He has been itching all evening for a chance to speak alone with the older wizard for a number of reasons, the most important of which is to ask how he he is doing. His mood has been warm since they arrived, thanking them for their aid and welcoming them to make merry in his home this evening, but Caleb knows better than most of them what Yussa has been through. It must have been harrowing, and it has been only a little more than a week since he Banished him back to this plane. That isn't a lot of time, in the grand scheme of things, to even begin recovering from such an event.
Less important, but still important to him, is the matter of--well, a more personal nature. Months have now passed, but there has never been the chance to follow up on what occurred between them just before the peace talks. The Nein have been busy, and visits to Tidepeak have been brief, or focused on more pressing matters. He has missed the handful of sunny aftenoons and golden evenings spent copying spells and working through his own drafts in this tower. Understandably, the last one in particular stands out in his memory. He's thought of it often.
At last, they come to a landing where Yussa pauses. Caleb doesn't recognize the door he ushers him through, but follows all the same.