What with Antoine's not yet open, Caden had in fact been upstairs with its owner, or more specifically curled up in bed with him. A quiet knock and another member of staff had let him know Krishna was here, and the bedmate had pressed a kiss to Antoine's temple, careful not to disturb his much-needed sleep as he extricated himself from the bed.
He walked downstairs barefooted, in a pair of brown soft linen pants and a simple off-white sleeveless tunic. He'd only stopped by his room to grab a notebook, so that he might take notes in case the way to mix the medicine was a complicated one, or he needed to ask someone else to fill in for him at some point.
"He's asleep," he told Krishna as he walked over to see what he was doing, a brief hand on his back the non-verbal equivalent to a fond greeting. But Caden's mind was too bent to the task at hand for his usual flirtation, and he peered at the bowls set out on the table. "Thank you for coming."