Based on his interactions with both Wensforth and Yussa, Caleb can at least imagine the side of the conversation he isn't hearing. He smiles at the fondness in the archmage's voice when he calls the goblin fussy.

"A meal and a drink would be welcome," he says. For Yussa especially, he suspects. This must have taken a lot out of him. Finishing his own glass of water, he wordlessly holds his hand out for Yussa's and goes to refill them both. It's good that they'd contacted Wensforth now, as the pitcher is nearly empty.

When he returns, sliding back onto the bed and returning Yussa's glass, he settles beside him this time, putting his back to the window. It's easier to touch him that way, laying a hand over the back of his neck and leaning down to kiss the top of his head. "You don't mind me staying in this room?" he asks carefully. "We could move to the one I have used before if you would be more comfortable with that."