Felix's hand closes around his, the Imperial shifting closer in what would normally be an offer for leaning-on and at this point is probably more an offer to snuggle.

"It's all right," he assures Jim. "There's nothing you have to be afraid of." Not directly, anyway. The Tamrielic folks can do the worrying. Either way it's an (old) easy lie to tell.

Celann nods earnestly. "The gods didn't die, they're simply... not able to act as freely as they used to. But they're still with us, watching over us. Doing what they can to protect us."