"We'll find out - but if you can't, of course I'll teach you. We can't have you going around Tamriel unable to read the news pamphlets." Or the hazard signs, or the guidebooks for that matter... "You'll need to, in the long run."

There is unquestionably going to be a long run. He still has to take that in sometimes, wonders if he's taking the right steps. He's trying, anyway. Jim's spent the last year showing him how to navigate the devices and conventions of Earth, of a spacefaring realm. Spent a year opening up to Felix, sharing intimate secrets and spaces and time. The conjurer isn't at all used to doing anything similar, but he can make an effort in that direction.

"I always can rely on you," he murmurs with a smile. "Marcella will know where to get good ones. She used to make all of ours." And... if you do need some time to, you know... rest. Just say the word. We've just traveled all the way from Skyrim, nobody will think it rude."