Yussa shifts a little as Caleb hides against his shoulder. He can feel his lover's smile and, even if he has a pillow over his head, it prompts one of Yussa's own. After a moment more, he twists so that he can face the other man, pillow moving so that his face is revealed. Golden eyes peer out from beneath the shadow, warm and affectionate.

He feels absolutely wrung out. His back, his core, his thighs are all sore. His cunt is a bit sore after all that use.

"Thank you," he murmurs. He isn't quite sure what he would have done had Caleb not sent him a message, but he suspects his day and night would have been more frustrating and less satisfying. Then he sighs and casts Sending.

"Wensforth, please send up breakfast and a bath." He's quiet for a moment, ostensibly listening to the goblin's response. Whatever his answer, it prompts a breathy laugh. "He says we can manage our own bath, but the rest will be arriving shortly."

Yussa looks at Caleb for a moment, gaze softening.

"Are you well?"