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There's no mistaking the profound relief in Felix's face to see Jim climb down on his own, despite the smoke rising from his sleeve. The fear for his beloved husband cuts so much deeper here, today, when they risk acting out the very nightmares that have plagued the mage for so long.

"We're fine- both of us. No small thanks to your aim." Felix finds himself laughing as the tension rushes out of him. "Here- let me see that arm, you can take an elixir to ease the wound."

Stratos is passing a hand over his eyes to check for any lingering life in the dremora, the familiar standing guard helpfully; Felix dispels his sword and reaches for Jim to roll up his sleeve and fuss over the wound. Beneath the damaged cloth his skin is raised and inflamed, colored like a bruise but with ugly tendril-shaped welts starting to rise around it. Felix doesn't look too concerned, despite the way he winces in sympathy.

"I never thought to see you slay a dremora," he says softly, giving Jim a small smile before he reaches to his pocket for a small bottle.