Caleb is at a loss for words.

That in itself is an ordeal; the wizard has more than enough words in his vocabulary to express himself.

Yet, as of right now, he finds himself tongue tied and speechless. It’s not that he’s unhappy with your company; it’s quite the opposite, in fact.

He’s just never had someone express great interest in what he enjoys besides Nott, of course. He frequents the bookstores in Zadash often enough that, when he’s not disguised, most shopkeepers recognize him. Whether that’s a good thing or not, he doesn’t really care.

You’ve recently tagged along with him, and he’s learned so much about you from your book preferences alone. In the quiet hours where you both sit together and read (Caleb doing so at an expeditious pace) he can’t help but feel closer to you.

It’s a dangerous thing to grow soft for someone.

Deep in his thoughts, he hadn’t realized you were talking until you closed your book to catch his attention.

“Apologies,” he clears his throat, “I seem to be distracted. What did you need, liebling?”