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By now Marcella has straightened up from reviving the fire, exchanging a look with Terentius before their scrutiny returns to the two men in front of them.

"No, but this is one of those cases where the less they know, the safer we all are." He pulls a wry smile, as if amused by saying it aloud. But he does take a step closer to Jim as he meets Marcella's frown and Terentius's patient look. "What Jim says is true: it's best you assume that matters in our, ah, plane are entirely new to him."

"Our time, our plane-" Marcella takes a hard look at Jim before she decides, "He can't be a daedra... can he?"

"He's not," Felix is quick to confirm, to her visible relief. "But it is a matter of conjuration. Jim is a friend to both- to all of us. I need to ask your help in keeping him safe while he's here."

"Why is he here?" Terentius asks, his mild tone belying how pointed the question is. "Or should I ask?"

"I invited him to join me for the celebrations, Uncle. It's truly that simple."