[Caleb doesn't mind the proximity, which should be strange too, really. He's a skittish thing at the best of times -- though that has gotten better, marginally, as he's traveled with the Nein -- but something about Essek being close feels natural. Later he may think back on this and see the signs he's missed, that he should have seen coming.
But for now, he nods along with what Essek has to say.]
I see... [How very like the Beacon, yes. He leans over to glance at the page, to watch those precise, elegant fingers move along the page.
It's then that he makes his mistake. Or maybe fate itself intervenes. He reaches over to point at a spot in what Essek has written to inquire about it, and it's the slightest brush of their fingers, barely a touch at all.
But still a touch.
Caleb's breath catches, eyes going wide and the world falls away.]
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But for now, he nods along with what Essek has to say.]
I see... [How very like the Beacon, yes. He leans over to glance at the page, to watch those precise, elegant fingers move along the page.
It's then that he makes his mistake. Or maybe fate itself intervenes. He reaches over to point at a spot in what Essek has written to inquire about it, and it's the slightest brush of their fingers, barely a touch at all.
But still a touch.
Caleb's breath catches, eyes going wide and the world falls away.]