[Essek would agree that it's been far too quiet, far too calm. That this.. event seems like Pheme was gathering up thumos, preparing for something. Perhaps even preparing them for something by forcing peoples hands and taking away their willpower. It feels heavy handed after being punished for the very thing she is now drugging people to do, but was it whimsy or with purpose?

It's unnerving regardless.

The mention of him being passed out after the teleport makes Essek blink and look over at the man, some shock written over his face -- a surprise that melts into something.. conflicted. Unsure.]

I was drained of all thumos when I teleported, I had wondered if it was Frumpkin that gave me enough to come to by morning.. but it was you then. Thank you. [Essek brushes some of his hair from his face again, the wet hair often dislodging to hang heavy in his face, wading the very small distance to where his feet can touch the ground.]

And I consented, Caleb.. I hold fault as well as choosing to teleport when a less powerful spell could have sufficed.. merely.. I, ah, did not wish to take a risk with your wellbeing.. [Again.]

Though.. Grieve said you remember everything, is it true? [He needs to know for many reasons.]