Ja, my thought exactly-- about the pollen. There may be some on you, I do not know how long you have been sitting there; it should not be much though-- certainly not enough to make a difference whatsoever-- when I entered and threw up the shield, it had been coming from the north and it appears it is going in a clockwise position.

[ Of course Caleb would know the precise details of the pollen-cloud rain and it's movements throughout the playing feel; like some fucked up sexual version of the Hunger Games. ]

I have ridiculously little boundaries, the only ones that are firmly in place are the forearms.

[ He did not like the forearms touched, and now that Essek had a greater understanding of Caleb's past, as well as Eadwulf's-- he'd understand why that was a sore point of issue with him. The scars that were not finished; but would've been if he had not broken during his Graduation. ]