It might not have been the most comfortable thing in the world, to smash his face into Caduceus' breastplate, but when had Caleb ever been particularly bothered with his own comfort? That moment of warmth and a tight, enclosed space, combined with the familiar scent of moss and tannins and the deep earthy scent that always made him think of the Wildmother (Fjord had it too, but with a hint of saltwater) made him feel safe and home again. What he really could have used was an entire Mighty Nein squish or a good night in the Dome with everyone piled on top of each other. That would be good.
Zadash, though. That meant that they had gotten out of Nicodranas, out of wherever that scroll had taken them, and they'd gotten everyone safely deposited with the Gentleman. He felt a moment of pride thinking about how Jester had successfully thrust her parents upon one-another again and wished he could have seen their faces. "I've been here for three weeks," he replied. "The last thing I remember is reading off that scroll." He didn't really know how to explain it, the odd situation they had found themselves in here. It had been explained to him a couple of times, but he was still struggling to wrap his mind around it all.
Instead, he reached out and grabbed Caduceus' hand. "Kommen," he said, nodding back towards the stairs. "Let's go somewhere more private. I want to hear everything that's happened. For some reason I'm able to cast the Tower here, we'll get something to eat too. Tea. You can leave your armor in my room. You won't need it much here."