Jim's thoughts are still disjointed as he slows to a halt down in front of the still dremora. So many competing emotions as he looks down at it. Fear still surges through his pulse even as anger lingers for needing it to come to this to begin with. How could Felix trust something like this...? But then, his husband was desperate. Jim supposes he should be grateful there's so much less of that here. Now. Even as a lance of pain shoots up Jim's arm and makes him flinch away a moment, he's grateful that they're all here together. Keeping composed. More or less.

"I uh..." His aim. None of them would have been at risk for that second spell if he'd only been able to aim properly the first time. "I could have done better."

Felix has to hold onto Jim tight to keep him from pulling away. His arm does hurt and a part of him doesn't want to expose it to light of day out of fear for how bad it will actually be. But there's no blood. His mage husband isn't fainting to see it or drawing up pale. Jim figures that's a good sign he'll be fine.

"I'm not sure you really needed me to the way you two and your familiar were fighting. I...saw the spell it threw at Stratos and--" Panicked. "Got a bit anxious, I guess. Turns out watching battlemages fight against something Else magical is pretty scary." He'd thought Felix said the Dremora couldn't use magic. Maybe there's different kinds. Hopefully he'll never find out.

"I'm just glad it worked."