"I won't leave." Felix kneels before him, shaken and raw. It takes a long minute to pull his eyes from Jim's face. To take his thoughts from the aching gladness that fills his chest when Jim asks those words. "Until you say otherwise. I won't abandon you again."

He doesn't care any more if it's a wise promise or a realistic or a kind one. Jim still wants him. Still loves him. Jim went into a crypt filled with horrors of Felix's own making and brought him back and he still cares for the conjurer. If Jim has any doubt of Felix's devotion to him, it's written all over his face in this moment.

But he needs to attend the rest of Jim's wounds. Felix works the boot from his injured leg gently before he sets to cleaning it, quick and careful. "Sort of lucky you were wearing this armor. At least I don't have to cut pants off you."