There's that suspicious lack of complaint from Felix again, and this time Jim watches him carefully. But no, Felix is still not himself, not entirely. He needs sleep and rest. Jim's hardly up for a fight so it's easy to assume Felix is likewise as exhausted. Spent down to the marrow of his bones.

Jim's leading him toward the door, now. He has Felix's satchel in one hand. The other is wrapped around the mage's shoulders to steady him as they walk.

"We're getting volunteers ready for training and task assignment now. Best guess is we're about three days out. It's going to work." Because it has to. Damn the odds or anything else that tries to get in their way. "It's got to."