"I know." His good hand pulls at Felix even as Jim's shifting forward and burying his face in the conjurer's shoulder before Felix can pull away. Feels tears slipping down his face in relief at Felix's warmth pressed against his cheek. Felix isn't cold to the touch. He's alive and here. This is no nightmare, not anymore. "I know I'm out."

He still winces when he pulls back away and sits properly again. Every ebb of the adrenaline from his system leaves more aches than he had allowed himself to deal with until this moment. Everything hurts. Jim's tired, filthy and weak. Tries to drag his brain through what the proper response to Felix's worries is but takes a long time to do it.

Letting go of the fading fight or flight response is difficult though. All it leaves is an emptiness full of broken pieces. Something ugly and misshapen that Jim's only shown Felix a few times. Jim hates this and he shakes and his inevitable breakdown inches steadily forward.

"H...heals first. Then." A pause while Jim wracks his brain. "A bath?"