"Jim..." Stratos pushes himself up to sit alongside him on the bed. He still doesn't know all of Jim's fears, but he understands the terror of losing what they have. He can't fight or command anyone like this, can't intrigue or organize adults. His family would be taking care of him all over again. Who would keep the Nexus protected from the Thalmor? Who would make sure the Empire has the spells they need if the Dominion attacks?

"We'll be all right. I promise. Even if it takes a while to break the curse... you can stay with us. We'll take care of y- of each other. We can figure out what to do about your ship too. It's just like you're on leave, isn't it? Like you got sick for a while."