There's a pang of guilt as he wonders where Jim feared he was. Realizes that maybe in staying away he's caused his love more pain, more anxiety. And yet here Jim is, pulling him closer yet.
"Of course," he promises. "Of course..." He looks around as the ghostly wolf returns, Stratos in tow. The elder Caelus's face is pale, and though he carries himself straight and unhurt his face is pale and taut, the bright Starfleet uniform spattered with blood, something strange in his voice and manner when he catches sight of his brother.
"Felix! Are you hurt? Is Jim?"
"No no, I wasn't taken. Jim is- I need to take him home, Stratos. Are you...?"
"No." A curt answer, a shake of his head. "See to Jim. Look after him. I will... deal with matters here."
Felix just nods gratefully. Stratos is a full-grown war mage, after all. Powerful and experienced in defending himself against magical and physical assault alike. In the moment it doesn't occur to the frantic and unfocused conjurer that Stratos can't take care of himself just fine. "Come on, Jim. Let's get back to your ship..."
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"Of course," he promises. "Of course..." He looks around as the ghostly wolf returns, Stratos in tow. The elder Caelus's face is pale, and though he carries himself straight and unhurt his face is pale and taut, the bright Starfleet uniform spattered with blood, something strange in his voice and manner when he catches sight of his brother.
"Felix! Are you hurt? Is Jim?"
"No no, I wasn't taken. Jim is- I need to take him home, Stratos. Are you...?"
"No." A curt answer, a shake of his head. "See to Jim. Look after him. I will... deal with matters here."
Felix just nods gratefully. Stratos is a full-grown war mage, after all. Powerful and experienced in defending himself against magical and physical assault alike. In the moment it doesn't occur to the frantic and unfocused conjurer that Stratos can't take care of himself just fine. "Come on, Jim. Let's get back to your ship..."