His hand slides down over Caleb's cheek, pushing with what strength he can muster to guide him into another kiss. Uncoordinated, soft, but sentimental all the same. When they part again, Yussa sighs and tucks against Caleb. He's exhausted, and while he is somewhat concerned that they shouldn't sleep here, he can't... remember how to get back to where they were. There has to be a way.

His fingers brush lightly over Caleb's chest.

"Do you need to rest?" he asks after a moment. If Caleb is feeling hale enough, perhaps he can keep watch while Yussa takes a bit of time to recover. Once he's done that, he can make a more concerted effort to find a way back out of this little pocket of the Feywild.