"A little," he says with a nod. "There's--hm. Accessing magic is different, so far, but I think I'm getting the hang of it."

Caduceus doesn't know how much he should talk about that. In Exandria, he'd never think to hide his connection to the Wildmother - he doesn't here, either - but this other thing... It's different. And while he doesn't think it's necessarily bad, it is taking some getting used to. He wonders if this is what being a warlock feels like. An exchange rather than a gift.

Once they're inside, Caduceus heads to the space where the counseling center is set up. There's no one there right now, so he doesn't feel bad using the electric kettle he has in there. He takes a wooden box off a shelf and sets it on a table. Inside are bags of loose-leaf tea.