It was a lovely offer, and Caleb almost turned it down. He had been on the cusp of saying that he didn't need anyone to fuss over him and that it really hadn't been that long since he'd washed his hair, but something in Caduceus' voice gave him pause. There was a softness there, a hint of concern, and the subtle desperation of not knowing how else to solve a problem. He would have liked to say that it was for Caduceus' benefit alone, then, that he looked up and nodded at him. But it was really just the excuse that Caleb needed to be selfish for a moment.
Unfortunately, the baths here left a lot to be desired. The Xorhouse and the accommodations in the Tower had spoiled him a bit. Sure, weeks in the chilly wastelands of Eiselcross undid a bit of that, but even there they'd had a warm place to retreat to occasionally.
"Five twenty-two, twenty-three..." Caleb said, a bit absently. He was used to that internal clock now. It didn't seem like he had to think all that hard on it anymore either. Then, suddenly. "Oh." His eyes lit up a bit and he unfurled his legs to rise from the bed. "I can do better than that." And that was all the explanation he gave before he walked over to the closet and flung open the doors. The odd array of objects he used to cast the Tower were all set up there already. All he needed to do was stick Calianna's wand back in the cradle and draw the shape of the door on the back wall of the wardrobe with a hunk of granite. It glowed for a second and then the door popped into view.
He had an idea, but he wanted it to be a surprise. And since the whole Tower was essentially comprised of Caleb's ideas, he suspected it would already be there when they got inside. He opened the door and stepped up into the wardrobe, holding his hand out for Caduceus. In the few brief moments, Frumpkin had also hopped down off the bed and made his way past both of them and into the Tower. "What's better for that than going home for a little bit?"