Jim almost opens his mouth but he sighs instead. He's too tired to argue. His anger has dwindled on seeing his husband hurt and laid out here into a sick twisting in his guts.

"....I know." What more can he say right now? Jim doesn't know enough of the story to make a judgement on anything. His voice is heavy with emotion when he continues. "You're alright now. Bones will look after you and. A...after that we can get you to a healer in case you've damaged something inherent to your magic."

Thank the Divines thank Sanguine thank every god Felix worships that his husband is alright.

"Your uncle said we might not be able to treat all of it if it's magically inflicted."