Gods, he's hot. Caleb's pulse picks up a little at Yussa's sly glance and coy response. He gives a soft laugh, slightly bashful. "Ja, perhaps not exactly the same position, then." He very much considers himself the Nein's wizard. But he is certainly not so independent as Yussa.
But he does understand the need to leave that life behind, eventually. He can't imagine he will ever leave the Nein, but adventuring--he certainly can't do that forever. He has other priorities. And he can imagine the costs, especially for an elf living that life for some time. He can imagine the costs too well. He has seen his friends die.
Perhaps it is too obvious, the way he follows the movement of Yussa's leg with his eyes. Perhaps he doesn't mind if it is obvious.
"Well, it seems you have ended up in the right place." Speaking of which-- "I am glad that we could send you home," he says, softer, careful. Eyes intent on Yussa's face. "How are you, my friend? Truly?"
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But he does understand the need to leave that life behind, eventually. He can't imagine he will ever leave the Nein, but adventuring--he certainly can't do that forever. He has other priorities. And he can imagine the costs, especially for an elf living that life for some time. He can imagine the costs too well. He has seen his friends die.
Perhaps it is too obvious, the way he follows the movement of Yussa's leg with his eyes. Perhaps he doesn't mind if it is obvious.
"Well, it seems you have ended up in the right place." Speaking of which-- "I am glad that we could send you home," he says, softer, careful. Eyes intent on Yussa's face. "How are you, my friend? Truly?"