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It was Felix's spike of anxiety that drew the kneazle to thump softly off the bed and over to the Imperial's feet. Both humans reek of it. Fear and unease sharp discordant notes in the air, but it's swept away by the smell of woodsmoke, roses, and blood pluming out of the bottle Felix pulls from. Tiber freezes between the bed and Felix. His spine arches in his shock but only for a moment. He's pushing forward a second later and bunting Felix's hand sharply to try and push it out of the way so he can get a better sniff of whatever potion the conjurer has snuck aboard the Enterprise-A.

He's scooped up with a tiny petulant 'mrow!' by Felix and drug away from where answers lie up into the Imperial's arms. Squirming only gets him set back on the end of the bed and before Tiber can bolt down again a piece of the meat is held out in front of him just in front of his golden eyes. Treats? But the pale human's eyes are dark and knowing when Tiber looks up and finds himself being stared down. Not treat. Bribery.

Felix isn't making Jim partake of the potion. He seems steady on his feet. The potion is all Tiber can smell off of Felix anymore over the human's own natural scent but it means he no longer smells sick with fear. Besides, the Meat is almost impossible to ignore dangled just in front of him. He steals forward to wrap both paws around Felix's wrist to make Sure the human doesn't pull it away from him while he accepts this bargain.

For now.

"You spoil him you know." Jim's chiding is soft, as if the captain doesn't. He's no more the wiser of what's actually going on here. "Your gods willing, we won't be gone for long." The captain's voice is steady, even though his hands aren't. They will be once he laces up his bracers though. Cousin Marcella's enchantments have been a source of comfort Jim's relied on more than once before.