Jim watches Felix struggle to get to his feet. He can't understand the tumultuous warring emotions that mingle unwanted in his chest. Licking flames of anger that dance away when the heavy iron weight of worry presses against his ribs instead. A fierce pride that swells when his betrothed finds his feet that chills and withers to shame that leaves Jim without breath. It's all too much at once and never has one person meant so much to him before.

He's felt conflicted before about people. Friends and more but nothing like this. Nothing like this sea of swirling currents that threaten to pull him under but for the hand extended toward him to pull the captain up to his feet. It's too much. Jim's too exhausted yet. Clammy hands grip onto Felix's and allow the mage to pull Jim up to his own two shaky feet. Nothing is going to be processed either emotionally or logically until he's had a chance to rest.

"I'm not so great at that." It's the least Jim can admit to, knowing that by now Felix will be aware at least somewhat of how bad off Jim was when Felix brought him away if Bones has had a chance to look him over. "Anywhere's got to be more comfortable than the floor though."