A small smile perked the edge of Caleb's mouth at that soft admission. If he was honest, he had picked it from that early selection of spells particularly for people like Jester. Hearing that Essek would use Fortune's Favor more regularly in his direction than his own felt like...something.

At the door to the suite, he lingered for a moment, his fingers shaking just a little as he got the key in the lock. The pain was bright enough that it was a distraction. Cleaning his wounds and resting would help.

A few fumbling moments later, they were inside. The suite was quiet--Caleb had little to do with his suitemate--and he was grateful for it right now as they made their way through the main space to the shared bathroom. On the way, Caleb unwound his scarf and removed his coat.

Blood had soaked into the sleeve of his shirt. He frowned slightly, knowing he'd have to wash that out in this whole process too.