"Three- weeks?" Caduceus said very slowly, trying to make the words make sense. "I- but- you've been with us," he continued. "I don't understand." His big hands cupped Caleb's face for a moment, looking him over quickly. There was no sign of deception, no sign that this wasn't his Caleb and not some kind of imposter. And he didn't seem to be lying. This was the truth as Caleb knew it.
Without another word Caduceus allowed himself to be lead towards the stairs, uncomfortable and now even more disorientated, but right now he had no other choice. There was no way he'd be able to work any of this out on his own, and if this was Caleb, and if this was really happening, Caduceus wouldn't leave him alone here.
And this hotel was certainly high end. It was luxurious. It was no tower, but compared to their usual inns and taverns it was beautiful. Clean. Quiet.
Then there was the room. Well, Caleb's room, but judging from the identical doors they'd passed by his own assigned room would probably be the same.
"This place is...uh. It's the nicest inn I've ever been in," he said softly, looking around with wide eyes. His grip on Caleb's hand may have increased slightly, anxiety still wending its way through him. He felt a little better with the door closed behind them, and if Caleb said he wouldn't need his armour then it was probably safe in here.
"Caleb, you were with me," Caduceus started again. "You were there in Zadash. You were with me when we saw Pumat, you don't remember?" Not to mention everything in the fire realm.