Frost is Felix's specialty when it comes to destruction magic. That's an important tidbit of information because it means Jim's expecting the spell Stratos unleashes. He doesn't flinch away from the magic or scream or throw himself away into the mud further from the mage like he might have if the battlemage startled him with another kind of magic Jim wasn't used to.

The temperature around them plummets and Jim, soaking wet that he is, feels his tunic go stiff from the frost. His skin stings everywhere the ice is touching but that's such a small price to pay for getting out of here alive.

Stratos will feel the captain's arms lock around his middle and send them tumbling to the--

Oof.

The floor of Felix's bedroom in the Caelus family home. Hope no one else is at home. Jim's half on top of Stratos, somewhere between shivering and shaking from the adrenaline still in his system. It's cozy and warm back here, though the room's quickly going to start smelling like thawing marsh mud.

"Th'fuck....was...that?"