[ Essek had turned away to somehow put himself to the fragile rights that he needed to feel, however the words that Cal... no, Bren, uttered seemed to pull him back down to earth and invariably into this moment and then he looked back at the portrait. The dream, had it been? Had they shared such a tangible link as that? While he did not feel the pain of the headache now, he had woken up with one and so he crossed over to rest his hand underneath Bren's forearm. ]

If it hurts, do not think about it-- I will have, ah.. medicine sent for?

[ concern, even as the closer he got-- the closer came the scent of jasmine and snow, with the barest hint of plum sweetness to add nuance. His fingers kept a steadying hold on Bren while he waited patiently for this to pass. ]

This place is haunted by many ghosts, there is much regret here, I.. what do you require?

[ and underneath skin, he could feel the way that it arched to his touch, he knew Caleb was in there-- however he did not know how to approach without making it wierd and unsettling. He did not want to come on too strong and.. most important, he knew that Bren had been abused in the worst way thus he desired to build up trust to this beautiful man. ]