Jim doesn't jump though he feels ten years older than he is when he lifts his head to look his brother-in-law in the eyes. At first all he does is beckon the older Imperial over to look at Felix's gear Jim's laid out over his work desk. His things from home that he'd never wear over here on Jim's ship.

"He's in our medical unit now. We'll go down in just a moment. I needed. I need....Bones can help him get back on his feet but if his magic's been affected..." Jim brushes his mussed hair out of his face. Forces himself to take a deep breath.

"Conjurer's burn, Terentius called it."

Jim shakes his head again, fingers curling tight into white knuckled fists at his sides as he lets the mangled chest piece fall back onto the desk. He doesn't know how to explain to Stratos when he barely knows what's going on himself.

"I don't...I don't know how it happened. Only that he was already hurt when I found him."