Felix Caelus

Again Jim falls quiet, listening to the conversation from the sidelines rather than joining in. His knowledge of the Imperial Legion is much better than it had been months before but this is a family of soldiers who live and breathe the Legion life. Better to keep quiet and only speak up if he has to answer than to risk saying something horribly wrong about the subject.

It's nice to sit back a moment and not have anything expected of him for a second or two. The arm that's twined with Felix's tightens his grip in support for the mage. Felix has his father's approval. His pride. His love. Like a family should be.

One that's built on lies, but. Nereus has no knowledge of the things Felix has done. The dangers everyone here has had to pull him back from and keep him from sinking into his own head in despair since. He has no inkling as to who Jim really is nor what kind of life Felix is destined to. It eats at Jim, chipping away at his smile ever so slightly while he stares into his mug.

This is for the best.

Besides? What's he supposed to say about the Imperial uniform? "It suits him." Okay that's probably innocent enough right?