Because he still is a child, Stratos fends off the urge to remark. His brother's earned better than that, especially now, when he's out here with them facing his fears- and the consequences of his own actions.

"Felix hasn't changed as much," he says instead. "As a child he was always too cute for his own good."

"Stratos," Felix complains, "we're not out here for you to tell baby stories."

"Why, I hadn't thought of telling Jim the stories... I'm sure he'd be interested to hear them."

Terentius catches Jim's eye and winks. Tense as they all are, the bickering goes some way to distracting them. It's a far cry even from the way Stratos behaved, last time they came this way. This time, his little brother's life and soul aren't in desperate peril. This time their family is close around them, at their side. No matter how painful the task ahead, that's a far more manageable prospect.

Mention of the Dremora does sober the mood a bit, though. Felix speaks up to venture, "It's a humanoid warrior, armored in daedric plate and wielding a mace. It wasn't one of the more powerful ranks, at least. I don't think it had a bow, and it probably can't do much magic. It'll be tough, but if Jim can stay at range with his weapons and we hit it all together..."

"I would be interested to know how it fares against Earth weaponry," Stratos adds. "That might be of more help than trying to punch through its armor with an arrow."