The captain's quarters aren't large enough for Felix to ever leave Jim's line of sight but he still trembles like a helpless frightened animal the moment Felix pulls away from him. Clings too readily and too quick when the mage sits back down with him.

Pathetic. He's pathetic. But he doesn't care right now. Not so long as Felix is here and Jim can cling to him. Too weak to stifle the whimper of pain when both hands grab hold of his wounded one. Being blind to magic as he is, Jim won't notice Felix struggling with the spell right away. His sense of time is still distorted. By the time he does think to look down the soothing warmth of Felix's magic is finally washing over his hand and easing the pain.

Dulling it first to an ache, then a warm soothing itch as the skin starts to pull itself together under Felix's guidance. A small bit of tension bleeds out of Jim's shoulders and he sags slightly in his seat. Sighs in relief of a pain gotten rid of.

"Th..thank you."