Yussa gives an understanding nod and offers no further comment, though now he is more keenly paying attention. He watches Caleb remove his layers, catching flashes of skin as he drags off the chainmail, which pulls up the fabric beneath before Caleb can drag it back into place.

He admires the lines of Caleb's body as he fixes his hair. It's hardly the first time he's enjoyed looking at his companion, though it does feel somewhat inappropriate at the moment. Yussa blames the indulgent nature of this place, the difficulty in resisting impulses. He will have to pay better mind.

Still, it is difficult to ignore the warmth that trickles through him when he catches again the way that Caleb is looking at him. Yussa rises slowly and brushes his own hair back from his face. Caleb looks feverish, more than he would anticipate even in a warmer environment. Yussa closes the distance between them to get a better look.

"Are you feeling all right?"