Felix Caelus

Stratos looks around in surprise at Jim's disappearance, though he's concentrating too much to break his focus. Felix manages a tiny wave at the doctor disappearing with his husband.

They're quiet for a moment or two, Felix pulling tiny faces at the unsettling feeling of having his life energies probed by Stratos's magic. The elder Caelus may be a trained battlemage but restoration magic isn't his speciality, though he has enough expertise to make this examination it's not very subtle. It feels uncomfortably like something poking around inside his skin.

"You know for all your faults, Felix, I never thought you'd have trouble asking for help when you needed it. Or that you'd risk your own skin for... for a point of honor?"

He's too tired to go through it all now. "It's important. B'lieve me. Anyway I told you, I'd a plan. Protection. I was bein' safe."

"And yet you hid it all from us."

"I thought... this time I could clean up my own mess."

Stratos falls quiet at that, and neither of them has much more to say before there's a touch on his shoulder. It's his turn to grimace a little sheepishly, though he nods courteously to the doctor when he lowers his hands and turns.

"I'm trying to discern whether the backlash of energy Felix suffered might have had some... less physical effects on him that we should know about."

"'S scanning me," Felix mumbles helpfully. He'd opened his mouth as if to complain but even if he had the energy to joke nobody's in the humor for it.