Normally Felix would be saying something to him. Even if he had to mumble it in exhaustion he'd be trying to reassure Jim, play off the situation, insist there's nothing at all to worry about. He's just a little cold, he was prepared for this, he's fine...
But here and now, the conjurer is still trying to untangle himself from them. Part of him still thinks he is of the frost, mouthless and eyeless and indifferent to time and touch. It takes time to stop trying to see the world around him through inhuman senses. To remember how to parse the strange narrow sensations from human sight and human skin. To recall his own voice and not that of the ice.
It's not the first time he's done this, however. Felix knows his way back. And unlike every other time he's done this in his life there's someone calling him. A voice in his ears, arms holding him safe. He shivers and gasps unevenly, but by the time Jim pulls back there's more awareness in his expression. His dark eyes are wide, but they focus, shift to meet Jim's gaze. He nods a little, stiffly.
"Y... yeah. Comi...coming out of it. Just. It'll pass." Though he's aware enough to know he doesn't really want to face the conversation that'll lead to. He'd rather sigh and lean back against Jim, drawing comfort and strength from the captain.
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But here and now, the conjurer is still trying to untangle himself from them. Part of him still thinks he is of the frost, mouthless and eyeless and indifferent to time and touch. It takes time to stop trying to see the world around him through inhuman senses. To remember how to parse the strange narrow sensations from human sight and human skin. To recall his own voice and not that of the ice.
It's not the first time he's done this, however. Felix knows his way back. And unlike every other time he's done this in his life there's someone calling him. A voice in his ears, arms holding him safe. He shivers and gasps unevenly, but by the time Jim pulls back there's more awareness in his expression. His dark eyes are wide, but they focus, shift to meet Jim's gaze. He nods a little, stiffly.
"Y... yeah. Comi...coming out of it. Just. It'll pass." Though he's aware enough to know he doesn't really want to face the conversation that'll lead to. He'd rather sigh and lean back against Jim, drawing comfort and strength from the captain.