Essek was so very weak to Caleb, however he could also determine the uncertainty there-- like he was unafraid of what to take for himself; this was new and this was fragile in this form though their friendship was incredibly strong, it had been the doorway through which Essek floated through, relied on. "We will use our friendship as a stepping stone, as well as the trust between us."

Hard gained but well treasured.

"What do you want, Caleb Widogast? You know that whatever it is in my power to give, I will..." anything that did not involve anything outside. He leaned in on the chair of that arm to press a kiss to the top of the hair, the scent of apples like a comforting presence.