When the others informed him of Caduceus's arrival he was torn between oh, shit in his concern, having already discussed how to handle the situation so their friend wouldn't be pushed to commit any acts he was disinterested in, and utter fucking rapture at the notion of Caduceus's cooking following three months of his own.

When he jogs down to the beach it doesn't take long to find him with dark-vision and Fjord hoots as excitement buoys his spirits, no matter the circumstance.

"Deuces!"

One half-orc coming in for a hug! Gods, he's so relieved to see him.