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Felix's head is light as he tickles the kneazle's ears with a chuckle. Less strained than it might be otherwise. There's a warmth suffusing his chest, spreading through his limbs. It doesn't take away the fear completely but... there isn't the same weight in his stomach, or tension in his shoulders. They're going to do this. They're going to succeed. He wants it to work. He wants... this.

"He deserves to be spoiled a little." Tiber does his part to keep both of them on an even balance, even without keeping their secrets. Felix has to give the little terror credit for how many times he's curled up with himself or Jim when... things like this... begin getting to them.

They'll have to stop in Bruma to pull on the rest of the gear, so he works on scarfing down his sandwich. It's a surprise that he can actually savor the taste, the tang of horseradish sauce and the softness of the bread. Sanguine's blessing, he guesses. Reminding him to take pleasure in the simple things...

His eyes fall on Jim as he's washing his food down with the tea. His husband looks the part of a Tamrielic citizen now, with his belted tunic and warm trousers tucked into sturdy boots. Well-oiled bracers ready for when they collect his bow at the house. He looks steady, brave, determined. He looks perfect.

"It's going to be different, this time." Felix realizes he's spoken out loud.