Essek had given him the opening. It was the most that he had done, would do any time soon, and for a second, he thought Caleb would walk into that pointed question. The fingers at Essek’s cheek were warm and war-worn and he thought maybe…

Maybe.

But then it dropped away and he saw how Caleb subtly hid that eye. Essek couldn’t keep his own disdain for that eye hidden, although he hoped Caleb understood why. It wasn’t him which bothered the drow; it was that.

He watched him for a moment, letting him get up and find those pajamas.

“My eventual goal is being able to put either the shadows themselves or whatever power that controls them into a mote with Arcane Abeyance. We could use them when we needed to as a distraction or cover.” He dragged his eyes away, offering him privacy.

“One for myself and one for you, although I doubt your ability to see through it.

“As for him, I thought I would begin with Prestidigitation, unless you have a better lesson plan, Master Widogast?”