Felix Caelus

Jim doesn't back up at the sudden turn, though his gaze does track to his cloak Nereus is clutching with confusion evident in his gaze. It's brief--the weight of whatever is going unsaid in the room is engulfing. Suffocating. Taking all of Jim's attention as it must be Stratos and Felix both as well.

He wants to point out they had a fair bit of help, he and Stratos. But he can't speak to the close friends who aided them any more than he can his own world and if Jim mentioned Marcella or Terentius it would implicate them in keeping secrets from the Caelus Patriarch as well. Jim sits on his words and watches with a chest pulled uncomfortably tight for the emotions churning inside of him.

Yet he doesn't hesitate for even a second to reach out and take Felix's hand in his when the conjurer seeks it.

When the tension has eased a little Jim clears his throat.

"I would ask you let me speak of it, if anyone. Do not make Stratos or Felix relive it. It won't hurt me quite as bad to talk as it will them. What I remember of it, at least."