Caleb didn't have any family anymore besides the Nein, so he hadn't thought about Caduceus or Veth or Jester missing their families while he'd been so preoccupied with trying to get them here. It had been a purely selfish act. And he didn't know well enough to be ashamed of it. He may have if it were ever pointed out to him, but he also may not have. It was difficult to tell with him sometimes. And in his current state - which seemed just a touch more frantic and fretful than normal - it seemed even less likely.
He offered Caduceus a soft, uncertain shrug. "The old dreams have simply merged with the new ones," he said, "but they aren't any worse than they were before." They also weren't any better. And none of his urgent desire to know more about the city and the Nonagon had abated at all. If anything it had only increased that desire. And yet he knew - he had been told anyway and he had enough reason to believe that much - that anything he learned here would stay here when he went home. He would take none of it with him. It felt all at once like the most important thing in the world and also utterly pointless.
"I don't know if another restoration would help," he shook his head. "I can transport short distances here, but my teleportation circles don't work, none of the rest of it works. Even some of his more advanced spells simply fizzled out and, if he cast the Tower before Midnight it inevitably kicked them out by 12:00 on the dot. It was still there, but it was nonetheless a jarring encounter. "I don't..." he started. "I don't think I need anything, really. I'm just very glad that you're here. And now we have to figure out how to get the others here as well."