After reaching the church, everything had gone somewhat hazy for James. Once they were inside and the door had been blocked as well as he could manage with the small amount of available debris, there had been little he could actually do for Prior except for trying to keep him calm, and he'd done his best at that for some indeterminate amount of time before everything went blank.

The vague recognition of both the warmth and sound of a fire somewhat nearby is the first thing that registers to him, and for a moment it's far more worrying than comforting. Alarm and confusion drag him more fully back to consciousness in time to register Prior's question, which absolutely doesn't help.

"'S a fire?" It comes out more of a slurred murmur than anything else, and he doesn't wait for an answer before struggling to prop himself up on his good arm, and has almost succeeded when he finally figures out it's a contained fire. In the fireplace. Mostly, anyway; there's also what Prior's holding, which is... Is that a flaming cross?

You know what, fine. Why not. As long as it's under control.

James considers, for a brief moment, continuing to try to sit up, but now that he's mostly conscious again he's suddenly aware of just how terrible he feels. If he's already passed out on the floor once, there isn't a great deal of face to save in this situation, and so he lets himself lay back down; it's only then that he realizes Prior's covered him in his coat, which is an oddly kind gesture.

So he does bother to answer the actual question, and even manages to do so with a hint of humor.

"If I must. You're well?"

'Well' in comparison to earlier, at least?