When Yussa decides that he wants to move on, Caleb gives him the space to stand again and reorient himself. He's right. They shouldn't linger in an unfamiliar room before they've examined it. Though it doesn't seem dangerous, that means virtually nothing here. Something could change at any moment.

Caleb gets up too, but Yussa stops him before he can move away. His gratitude strikes a familiar fond chord in Caleb, which only resonates more as the elf leans up to kiss him. They meet partway as Caleb leans down, and though it lasts only a moment, the warmth lingers.

With a smile so soft it is mostly in his eyes, Caleb trails after as Yussa begins to take in the room around them.

"I do not know anything about art," he says, "but it is exciting to think that all of these pieces are pre-Calamity." There must be plenty to learn from the images depicted. This is a wealth of cultural knowledge, at the very least. And knowing Halas, that probably isn't all it is.