Harrowheart's voice - outside noise, intrusion - breaks the very long moment Felix is having with the blades. His head jerks a little and he realizes he's been standing there longer than he intended.

But he doesn't want to look like he's just been standing around so he lifts a finger briefly to silence Harrow - just a minute or two more, please. He frowns more intensely, as if he's making absolutely sure of what he senses. He's really going to miss this feeling. Is this what it's like for Harrowheart wielding these blades? Feeling safe under the wing of their power, knowing they won't harm you...

Time to go, though. Time to go. He gives a nod so Harrow can see. Bids the blades a silent farewell, pulling his mind back. He has to turn around and step straight out of the circle, before he thinks about it.

"The binding holds," he says, not looking up at Harrow for a moment. He needs to do more real conjuration work. That was far too enjoyable. "It wasn't as easy to be sure of without making direct contact, but I made certain." He smiles then, rather pleased. "And without needing to put you under at all. I knew it could be done!"

Oh. Wait, wards. Let him just take those down. Let the atronach float back over to collect the presents.