It's not like Felix to be so quiet. So distant and unaware. It's only after Felix's worst nightmares that he's ever withdrawn like this. It breaks something inside Jim's chest to feel Felix shudder and cling to him with all the desperation of a man who knows nothing else but his immediate surroundings. Usually it's the other way around but Felix's heart is not without its own dark corners.

There's nothing to do but to wait. Jim continues to hold Felix close, rubbing the mage's arms and back to warm him up. He murmurs quiet noises every time Felix splutters through chattering swears. Dips his head to rest his cheek against the top of Felix's head, every warm exhale shifting the conjurer's dark locks.

"I'm here, Felix." He stops his mantra when he feels Felix shift in his arms. Pulls back incrementally so he can peer at Felix amid the gloom. "You with me again?"