After he's dressed, Caleb makes at least an attempt at detangling his hair before giving up and using prestidigitation, which he really should have just done in the first place. Honestly, it must look better now than it has in days. Looking to Yussa as he pulls it back again, he nods.

"I should be able to accurately retrace our steps from yesterday, at least." So he collects the rest of his things, folding blankets and rolling up his bedroll and stuffing each back into his bag before they set off, following the stream back. At least they have that as a marker to show them where to go.

And Caleb feels...fine, really. Mostly. His memories even begin returning, and he's able to guide them away from the stream back to the clearing in which they'd originally arrived. If they can get out of here, he'll be better. He won't need to waylay this whole trip by being stupid and horny. Stupidly horny. Maybe he can stop feeling quite so personally victimized by the way Yussa's ass looks in this outfit.

But in the clearing, there is no portal to be found. Caleb's brow furrows. Has he misremembered? "This was the spot, wasn't it?" he asks.