[Caleb only knew that the longer he'd been away from Essek, the greater the ache in him for the other wizard was. He had to imagine that was what love felt like, like some part of himself was left with Essek when they were apart, and it left longing in its place. But all that longing and ache had dissipated the moment he'd seen that familiar face at their door.

He reached out to take the package, opening it carefully -- it was too well wrapped, too pretty to simply tear into, and Caleb Widogast was a conscientious, thoughtful little thing. Once he had it open, he traced a finger over the carved stones, taking in everything about them -- their shapes, the etched initials -- before looking up to Essek with a smile bright enough to rival the afternoon sun outside, dimmed by the curtains that he made sure were closed over their windows for Essek's arrival.]

These are wonderful.

[Almost breathless in his excitement over them. He held Essek's out to him, holding his own close to his chest.]

I've missed your voice too. This will make it easier, when we're not together. My heart will ache a little less.

[He pushed one of the packages he'd brought closer to Essek. It was vaguely oblong, though it looked as if its shape was held mostly by the wrapping. Inside was a scarf lovingly knitted with the burnt orange and brown palette of autumn.]

This is from Mutter. She said if I am to have a boyfriend, I must be sure to keep him warm.