He was able to sit with it, had sat with his feelings for once in his life and dissected his feelings for the other man. He was used to doing so, when he was tranced and used that precious time to file those moments and experiences into boxes, and he'd found that every single thing associated with Caleb was carefully laid into a coffer made of sunset colours.

The exact moment where the sun dipped into twilight and set the horizon alight like flames settling into purple and then dissolving into stars.

When he was picked up, he did a very brief gravity adjustment so the strain was not too much on the other wizard, only a fraction though so that it would be barely noticible amid the excitement. His arms settled around Caleb's shoulders where he inhaled the scents of ink, parchment and embers.

"Would you like to put a bookmark in Aeor for today? I may have a gift that I want to give you-- and also, I think I may be able to hear your stomach rumbling?" a gentle reminder that even though Caleb may have forgotten certain needs, Essek hadn't.