[ Fjord's blinking goes into overdrive as he holds his tongue and lets Caduceus experiment, the tips of his ears feeling warm in a way that has nothing to do with the moonlacing when their fingers are intertwined. ]

This is it, alright.

[ He lets out a long, steadying breath, then runs the pad of his thumb down the centre of Caduceus's palm, trying to give some of the warmth back. Anyone else, outside their small band of friends, and he would have pulled away by now. ]

No more long rests, just ... this. I'm also going to look up some fighting pits, Chroma can be generated in combat, too.

[ He'll just get his ass beat three days out of the week. ]