Caleb longed for the comfort of a healing spell, the warmth that came along with a soothing healing word or cure wounds or any of the other clerical spells he'd grown accustomed to over the year and a half he'd been with Jester and Caduceus.

The offer was gracious, and Caleb held no ill will toward Suzaku. Neither of them had wanted to be here or do this. But he couldn't do it. He couldn't stay here, and he couldn't stand to be around someone that had been made to hurt him and that he had been made to hurt.

"I'm alright," he assured, voice soft and shaking. "It isn't my first time looking after myself. Will you be alright?"