"No," he answers. "If we had fully plane-shifted, I might be." But he knows this isn't the Feywild, or it isn't... all of it. "And I think I saw somewhere reasonable."

Yussa lets go of Caleb and braces his hand against the rock so that he can get up. His legs are all pins and needles as he straightens them again, more from having his pants dig against his spread thighs and his knees for this long. But he manages to get up without wobbling, and he steps away from Caleb so that the younger man is free to do the same. For the moment, Yussa drags his trousers and smalls back into place. He looks over at Caleb, golden eyes bright in the dim light, and then leans down to retrieve his discard clothes and binder. He rises again and turns away, giving Caleb one look over his shoulder before he starts walking. He wants to be closer to the stream again, somewhere a little more sheltered--ah. There.

A tree growing over and around a rock, creating a sheltered space where they will be mostly out of sight. Yussa crosses a shallow part of the stream to get to it, trusting that Caleb will be well-motivated to follow. In the clear space tucked against the rock and tree there's soft grass and moss, better than being laid out on pebbles.