Yussa isn't the only one wondering about just how lifelike the echo might be. Caleb has never exactly put one to the test in a scenario like this before. But it isn't his most immediate thought, which mostly concerns Yussa practically dragging him by the hair to fuck his mouth and the Elvish falling from his lips in combination with his name with more and more obvious desperation. He should have cast Comprehend Languages before all of this. He doesn't think he's ever heard half these choked words before, and he badly wants to know what they mean.

The intent, at least, is easy to interpret. He licks and sucks eagerly, bobs his head to take the other man's swollen clit between his lips, and makes sure his fingers are rubbing against his soft walls in a way that adds to the echo's firm, steady thrusts, all the while feeling Yussa's body quivering and tightening. His echo's shadowy hands move over his breasts and his stomach and his sides and his cool lips trail over the sharp point of his ear. Caleb could swear he sees them moving in a whisper neither of them will hear.

While Caleb's mouth is occupied, it seems they're all similarly unable to communicate. He lets the sound of Yussa's voice wash over him, familiar by now with the rhythm of the language if not most of the words.