Thank the gods for Jim arriving instead of distracting his familiar more. Felix silently counts to nine, refocusing on where he is before he chuckles at Jim's description. "Well, I try to be the best subject for your research. Although I'm not sure things like snowball fights really count."

Rondo's abrupt and obvious unease stops him there. The body language takes him by surprise, because elves in Tamriel don't have expressive ears- but Khajiit do, and those flattened ears look very unhappy to Felix. If Rondo had a tail, it would probably be lashing in agitation. Felix looks down and around to see what the matter is.

"Oh! My familiar, yes." He cocks his head, prompting it to trot around behind them and sit neatly a step behind him and to the side, ears twitching forward. It's curious about the stranger, though it won't do more than lift its head, sniffing the air with interest. "I suppose they might be different on your plane. In Tamriel they usually take the form of wolves these days. It's a convenient sort of shape."