Caduceus was right. Compared to who he had been a year ago, Caleb could do things that had never existed in his wildest dreams. It wasn't just the Tower, though, which was perhaps the most impressive thing he could do. Caleb could possess other people. He wasn't sure that any of his friends knew that, but it was something he had learned almost by accident. Something that came to him through Halas' spellbook and had simply been sitting among his other spells waiting for the right moment. The things he'd learned from Essek, the promise of more, it was enough to make him dizzy with all the knowledge. Perhaps they could do this, all of them together, when they weren't depleted of their magic and on their last legs. Perhaps they could stop the Tomb Takers and bring down Trent and they would all live to see the other side of it.
It was the first time he'd ever allowed himself to consider that, and his mind had thought so easily into it simply because Caduceus had said it with such honest conviction. "It all sounds perfect," he said, his voice surprisingly soft when he finally did speak. A little dreamy. Like he was still getting used to the idea that he had a future at all. "Do you think they'll like me?" he asked, "Your parents, I mean. They seemed to well enough the first time we all met, but those were unique circumstances and we weren't... we weren't us yet. It's different. Do they want you to settle down with another firbolg or will they be okay with me being me?" It was a lot of questions and a lot of thoughts all pouring out at once. But he was suddenly very concerned about this one thing in particular.
His attention swiftly gravitated in another direction, though, as Caduceus continued to explain his plans. A blush colored his cheeks and he ducked his head in an attempt to hide it. "I think I like that last idea that best," he offered. The idea of Caduceus feeding him was... well, it was something Caleb hadn't expected to enjoy as much as he did. Then again, he didn't have much experience so they were bound to discover things that they enjoyed in that way.
He leaned over and nuzzled into Caduceus' hand, setting his plate down for long enough to lean over into him and curl himself against the warm expanse of the other man's chest. "Please," he said. "I see little reason that either of us should have to get out of this bed again. I'm yours as well. We could read a bit if you'd like or just... just stay, like this." As long as Caduceus was there he could be content anywhere. It didn't matter where they were or what they were doing. Now that they had each other, Caleb wasn't terribly inclined to let go.