Yussa fits so perfectly in his arms and against his body. Caleb gathers him close, a hand sweeping over warm skin up and down along his back as they share another kiss. Smiling, Caleb leans into the hand against his face, knowing the pattern of this touch as Yussa follows the line of his beard as he so soften does. Gods, he is terribly fond of his man. More so every time they do this.

"I will accept that," he agrees, "even if I feel I am getting as much from this as you are." His lips brush Yussa's again, kissing him just because he can. It's the definition of indulging himself.

"You will let me stay with you until this has passed? Until we have identified the precise cause of it?" He looks for confirmation only because he still doesn't presume he will be invited to stay overnight at Tidepeak unless Yussa offers it specifically. This time, though, he really must insist on staying, and even on sharing the archmage's bed, at least until he is entirely himself again.