There was something nervous about the Wizard and Essek could sense it in the subtle little ways that the Wizard seemed to be caught in his thoughts and his feelings, likely wondering if he was asking too much. He remembered in the Grove where Caleb had been beset and he had acted as a buffer of sorts, a calming influence to help Caleb come back to center.

Essek had finished his soup and while there was other food on the table, he decided that perhaps he should take a gentle step in acknowledgement. And thus, still holding Caleb's hand, he stood up and then moved to stand at Caleb's side and then he lightly placed himself right in Caleb's lap.

With his free hand, he tucked a fingertip underneath Caleb's chin and tilted it upward so that he could look into those eyes. He did not displace gravity this time, so the weight on Caleb's lap was solid but not overbearing; a parcel of his drow lightness. "We have nothing but time, Chathiu.. Firefly-- we may travel, if that is what you wish, but in those moments when our paths have to diverge; I meant it when I said that I wanted you to be home for me."

And then he leaned down to press a kiss against the the bridge of that fine zemnian nose as he wrapped his arm around a shoulder and then pressed their foreheads together.